it doesn't make
sense to call ourselves ugly
because we don't really see ourselves
we don't watch ourselves sleeping in bed
curled up and silent
with chests rising and falling with our own rhythm
we don't see ourselves reading a book
eyes fluttering and glowing
you don't see yourself looking at someone
with care inside your heart
there's no mirrir in your way
when you're laughing and smiling
and happiness is leaking out of you
you would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are
if you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly
beautiful
