Beautiful

Sometimes I feel unwanted and unloved

By others who show no support.

I cling to them as if they know me,

Offering me a vague sense of security.

When my confidence surges they always have so much to say,

As if they praise me to my face and mock me behind closed doors.

I try not to take reactions personally, good or bad.

When they say they see me, I feel nothing.

You can tell me I'm beautiful,

Hot,

Sexy...

But do you feel that way about yourself?

It doesn't mean anything to me when you say I am all of these things

That you think that you're not.

Yet you want me to accept the compliments you give me.

You want me to say "Thank you, yes I know I am beautiful."

Do you not understand that it hurts me when you say these things about me?

When you say I'm beautiful then turn to your reflection in disgust,

Or when you think that you may not be beautiful,

But you sure are strong,

And you're "nice to others,"

And you're "kind."

I'd rather you compliment me from your own loving place within.

If you have a warm heart,

Tell me "I see that you have a warm heart as well,

And I admire that brilliant heart within you."

Surface level,

Beauty-full remarks

Fill me with emptiness.