Posted in Life

A Strange Thing About Me

Tell me I’m beautiful

Go ahead.

You won’t see me blush

like a proper perfect princess

No.

I’ll know it.

And believe it.

 

Tell me I’m brilliant.

Go ahead.

You won’t see me laugh it off

like women are supposed to.

No.

I’ll know it.

And believe it.

 

But tell me I’m a good person

Oh

Tell  me that

And the inside of me

will curl up and cry

knowing that you must

be telling a lie.

 

 

 

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