The Last One Who Called Me Beautiful: A Poem

The Last One Who Called Me Beautiful

You ask me why I don't believe you

When you say I'm beautiful

I know why

But my excuse is pitiful

I used to think it

And I let everyone know

That was in the past

Before I let it all go

He told me I was beautiful

The same way you did tonight

There is so much darkness

I thought he was my light

I believed him

I believed every lie

I used to be confident

I wasn't always this shy

Maybe if things had gone different

I wouldn't hesitate to believe you

But he was the first to call me beautiful

Oh, how I wish it were true

He called me beautiful

But he also called me ugly, fake, and fat

What's the difference?

Why shouldn't I believe that?