You're not pretty
And you never will be
those are the thoughts ingrained in me.
You can tell me not to believe it.
That it's not true.
But how do I know I can trust you?
You haven't tasted my pain
You wouldn't dare to.
And you definitely won't take it from me.
I thought you were supposed to help me.
Isn't that your job?
So why are you making it worse?
Giving me hope
Only to have the world rip it from my grasp.