I think I’m ugly
More than words can say.
I wish I could hide myself from the world,
Or run to a corner and just hide and lay.

But things change
As people come and go.
Why these things happen,
I don’t know.

Because you love me,
And because of how you treat me,
This ugliness and hideousness
Seems to be only visible to me.

You treat me like a queen,
And you say that’s how it’s supposed to be.
You make me sometimes feel pretty,
And that’s so new to me.

Temporary beauty
Is not something I’m used to.
And even though I feel pretty,
I know that doesn’t mean it’s true.

No matter how much
I fight this frightening feeling,
You raise my self-esteem
All the way to the ceiling.

I don’t know how to describe it,
Besides using these silly examples,
But I honestly thing that for my feelings
There are no other samples.

So thank you baby,
For making me feel beautiful.
Even though of my looks
I am still doubtful.

 
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