Beautiful
You’re looking down at yourself in the mirror
you wear a frown despite trying to cheer up,
they say "Be content with yourself,
don’t try so hard to change your fate;
you’re perfect just the way you are,
but they never had to suffer
your face, your skin, your crooked teeth,
your everyday anxieties,
your sense of being out of place,
your penchant to self-deprecate,
your tiring uncertainty,
your guilt in the face of harmony,
your bad habit of questioning
your feelings — what a messed-up thing
to do!
No, surely you ain’t beautiful.
Late at night, guilty mind: you should be sleeping now,
but you’re still up,
wide awake, trying to shake off insomnia!
How do other people
calm down?
Trepidation all around,
you can’t take it, no sound,
oppressive silence, you drowned
but you survived, the uncrowned
majesty of none. now
majesty of none, bow to
the majesty of none — how’s
your majesty undone?
No, surely you ain’t beautiful.
Another day, another occasion
to stay and remain
the same old failing
maniac, an all-time ailing
human wreck,
deteriorating
still you kept
alienating,
looking back,
you sure do not feel like you had
a chance of getting back on track!
Still they claim you’re a fucking jack-
pot, there’s nothing whack
about you!
You are beautiful.