Skin Deep

Beautiful
This word I find
So very hard to swallow

When I feel
More like a pig
All sunken in its wallow

When I look
In the mirror
I do not see the beauty

I just see
Fat and ugly
Is Staring back out at me

But they say
I’m beautiful
Again again and again

Maybe I
Must soon accept
The words that they have spoken

Maybe what
It is that I
Am, in the mirror, seeing

Is not true
And only is
What I’m afraid of being

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