You call me beautiful.
I think I'm not.
You call me talented.
I don't think I am.
You call me smart.
Don't get too cocky.
You say I look pretty today.
All I see is the makeup
You know what's funny?
You call me ugly,
And I agree.
Call me fat?
I wholeheartedly agree.
Call me rude?
The gears start turning.
Call me anything horrible you want.
And you know what?
I'll agree.
Isn't that messed up?
Horrid?
Shocking?
Is that what you expected,
When you looked into my broken eyes?
Could you see that I wasn't okay?
Or did you even care?