What I see
People say I'm Beautiful
But the truth is,
I don't feel that way.
What people seem to see
I see opposite.
They see youth
I see wrinkles.
They see love
I see hate.
They see beauty
I say "YICK".
They have me questioned
On who tells the truth
Or what i really am?
What i have put together
Is that everyone id different.
We all see different things
All in different ways.
And you just have to
Accept yourself the way you are.
by
asimpledeathposted on 03/07/2008
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