I Am....Beautiful
I Am Beautiful.
Don't try to tell me I'm not
I am in a battle that is forever being fought
People always telling me "Your ugly, your trash."
Hatred coming because of some tongue-lash
But I'm not listening anymore
I have long since closed those doors
I Am Beautiful.
I wear my scars on my wrist now with pride
Becuase I am one of the few who survived
You can say anything cruel
But as soon as you say I'm not beautiful
Well then you have something big comin' your way
I Am Beautiful.
Try to convince me otherwise
Because I stopped listening to those lies
I am beautiful inside and out
I can say this without a doubt
I'm listening to myself now
I Am Beautiful.
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