Monday, 21 November 2011

Being Called Beautiful

Being called beautiful
feels like a lie
because I've been telling myself 
every time I look in the mirror
and see a glimmer 
of potential 
something pretty
I shoot it down 
eyes back to the ground
and forget what I saw.

But now?

I've been complimented 
maybe by a stranger
where's the danger
of blurred alcohol vision
but a compliment still 
and it makes me feel 
something I thought
I never would 
and I still that I should
not think this way
but appearance wise,
dare I say?

I kind of feel . . . okay. 

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