I am all shaky hands
And aching heart
And it\'s beyond you to know when to hold either
Please, don\'t call me beautiful
It causes shrinkage
Of me, inside myself
It makes me curl up tighter
And close the curtains
So the me inside, can cry and sleep, undisturbed
Because it means you don\'t see me
The monster inside
All jealousy and insecurities
Fumbling and falling
And knowing
That if I cut myself, I would bleed to death
Before you\'d even remember
To consider me
And my paper doll feelings
And text me back, in a timely fashion
Even just to say, no, or hi
Sometimes the beautiful are so ugly inside.
So save your nice words
And roving hands
I don\'t think I can take this
Constant trespass on my heart
I\'d rather be alone.