No one has ever said that to me before
You are beautiful
Why do you think I'm beautiful?
But I'm not beautiful
I'm the girl who had never been kissed
Who heard all the laughing and teasing
Who only just survived.
But I'm beautiful to you
I'm the girl who hated photos
Who compared herself to everyone else
Who knew she could never be as they were.
But you think I'm beautiful
You are the first to say that to me
And maybe even the last
You have to know how happy I am
To hear those three words
I try not to be superficial.
But I've always wanted to be beautiful
To someone
Someone like you.