like them

yes i know you say you love me

and that im the most beautiful

girl you've ever seen, but i 

am much smarter than i am 

pretty.

i know you dream of

the girls in the magazines

talk to me about them 

like they're gold

then go home and think

some more 

no i dont think you know

how much it destroys me

to hear about them

to know i can never

be them, look like them

and yet you say...

im the most beautiful

girl you've ever been with

such a lie i almost laugh,

i want to say

what about them