I can’t feel the words I’ve always wanted to hear
Am I being validated or is it all a lie
Pretty hurts
And I smile
They mask the truth with false truths
They’re all words
But I believe the lie is the truth
Hidden in myself
Until I cut myself with the shards of glass they threw at me
And when I look down-
At the blood-stained shard- I see myself
I look at myself
Only then do I see
the truth
Envy rests comfortably
Cradled in the center of true beauty
Resting its head gently under star-studded, moonlit skies
on my insecurities-
And makes its living from my believing it must be true
The jest is I’ve been told by the bees and the trees that the beauty I see in them is the beauty that lives in me
The privilege is everyone looks at me
Everyone looks at me
The beholder beholds beauty
The beholder beholds me
So pretty hurts
And I smile
Because now
I know the truth
