Pleased

For those who say

"You are precious."

"You are lovely."

"You are the best."

"You are perfect."

I immediately fly

to a negative spark in me

That begins to answer

"No."

My flaws reach to the moon

and back 

My laugh is loud and obnoxious

and there is a way

I crinkle my nose when it itches

That I find appalling

But recently I have learned to stop

Stop dead in my traces

and say

"No, you need to be pleased."

"Maybe not with yourself, but with them."

The people who say these things

Believe it

They love you

For me

I may not be pleased

With myself

But I will learn to be 

Like the people 

That I make laugh

I need to see me

From the eyes of 

Some one else.