Pierced By Thorns

I just want you to know
I'm everything but beautiful.
I'm wretched and poor,
I stand in closed doors.
   Beautiful is in deep sea...
Maybe this is war.
I've never gone through this before.
Why do I feel so imperfect?
Am I rare, or even worth it?
Stones hit my chest,
And I am unable to breathe.
   Beautiful is in concrete...
Maybe this is cold.
The words I'm saying versus told.
Why do I feel so alone?
Here I am in my room, frozen.
Thoughts roaming, eyes closing.
   Beautiful is in the chosen...

I just want you to know
I don't see myself as beautiful.
Maybe this is meaningless;
And I'm taking this out of proportion.
Then again, maybe this is true.

Then again, not when I'm with you.
And with you, I feel beautiful.

July 13, 2013