I don't believe
I've beed hurt
Hurt to the point where I can't no I don't even see myself as beautiful
I act like I care how I look
I put a show and try to make it seem I'm into my own looks
I act conceded
But truth...
I hate what I see in the mirror
I take my glasses off just so I won't see
I get complements all the time
I get hit on from time to time
But nothing has changed how I look at myself
I've been in relationships where I lost my pride
I've lost confidence
I've lost myself
So when someone says I look beautiful I don't believe them
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