I'm Not Beautiful

I'm not beautiful.

Don't tell me I'm beautiful just because you got a glimpse of my scars, you don't know the soreness slumbering beneath, emitting heartache into my veins.

I'm not beautiful, because of the proof that I had to survive an inferno of storms, on my own.

I'm still lovable, because I made it through, albeit a wolf out of the pack.

I'm lovable and I'm alive.

So don't tell me I'm beautiful, that's not what I want to be.

But tell me I'm alive upon witnessing my marks, and tell me you love me for it.

I'm not beautiful.

Don't tell me I'm beautiful just because you got a glimpse of my scars, you don't know the soreness slumbering beneath, emitting heartache into my veins.

I'm not beautiful, because of the proof that I had to survive an inferno of storms, on my own.

But I'm still lovable, because I made it through, albeit a wolf out of the pack.

I'm lovable and I'm alive.

So don't tell me I'm beautiful, that's not what I want to be.

But tell me I'm alive upon witnessing my marks, and tell me you love me for it