Beauty By J. Lee



At war with myself.

Thinking how others only

Tell me I'm beautiful

When they are inebriated.



Could it be

That I'm really not

The beauty that you see?

Or is it that you fear

What I may say

Or do?



Don't tell me of symmetry

When your vision

Is skewed

And twisted words.



Don't tell me of beauty

When I feel so plain.

Don't tell me of beauty

When you look at me

With "beer goggles" on.

Don't tell me of beauty

When you look into my eyes

And can not tell me the color.



Tell me of beauty

When you see me

With clear eyes.

Tell me of beauty

When you can stand tall

And enjoy my quick wit

And morbid humor.

Tell me of beauty

When being ordinary

And plain

Is beautiful to you.