Am I beautiful?
Or is it a lie you are telling me?
Do you truly see me as beautiful?
Or am I just falling for the same game again?
Is beauty truly what you see when you look at me?
Or do my feelings blind me to who you really are?
Beauty reigns all around me but I never believed it to be mine.
But you come charging in and try to change my mind.
I don't know if I can trust these words.
Do you truly find beauty in me or is this a facade I fooled myself with?