Myself.

People always tell me that I'm beautiful. 

"Love yourself," they say "Anyone would kill for your body."

The thing is, if you were to see, 

the way I feel about myself, 

you'd understand. 

I pick out my flaws like the stars on a dark night. 

To me, my imperfections, 

are just more reasons to dislike myself. 

So don't tell me that I'm beautiful,

Or that I have the most spectacular body...

Because, why would it mean anything, 

if I don't believe it myself? 

It's like telling someone who's blind, 

to just see.