beautifulA Poem by theforgettenwanting to feel beautifulWhen i was thirteen i didn't believe that i was beautiful. So when people told me that i was beautiful i wanted to look them in the eyes and ask them what it meant. What is beautiful? What do you mean by that? But instead i would smile and say “thank you” Because i didn't want to come across as rude and not accepting their complement but how do you accept a compliment you don’t understand? That you don’t believe? My entire life i never felt beautiful. I was told I wasn't to the point that i believe that I wasn’t, because of the way that I look. Not because of who i am, but because of my appearance. I was not beautiful. © 2017 theforgetten |
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1 Review Added on January 17, 2017 Last Updated on January 17, 2017 AuthortheforgettenAbouti write to take the pain away, to clear the thoughts out of my head. more..Writing
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