The Things He Says

He says I'm beautiful,

 but I don't see.

He tells me I'm lovely,

but how can that be?

The image in the mirror,

tells all these lies.

It's hard to distinguish,

the reality from disguise.

I'll never be fixed,

like he wants me to be.

I'll always be stuck,

in this harsh reality.

Stuck between options,

I can't turn away.

From these things,

that haunt me day by day.

He says I'm beautiful,

but I don't see.

He tells me I'm lovely,

how can that be?

I'm broken forever,

although he wants me to try.

How can he not see?

My life is passing by.

I'm dying inside.

Only his eyes can tell,

the things I have hidden,

that will haunt me in hell.

He doesn't want to lose me,

I'm killing myself,

why can't someone save me?

but I'm not by myself.

He says I'm beautiful,

but I don't see.

He tells me I'm lovely,

how can that be?

The mirror,

with it's glare.

stares back at me,

with it's red hot glare.

It won't let me go,

won't let me be.

These imperfections,

are all that I see.

So how can he fix me?

when I can't fix myself.

if I don't fix it soon,

I'll be a vase on his shelf.

He says I'm beautiful,

but I don't see.

He tells me I'm lovely,

how can that be?

Maybe, just maybe later.

i'll start to see me.

and I'll see the things,

I've wanted to be.

But for just now he holds me,

and tells me "it's okay"

even though I know better,

with each passing day.

So don't give up on me love,

I wrote this for you.

I'm hoping beyond hope,

you'll find this poem too.

And maybe, just maybe,

I will be alright.

But,for now,

please hold me in the night.

'cause I don't have much longer.

'till these things catch up to me,

but the things that he says,

help me be the person,

I wanna be.