I'm beautiful.

I'm ugly you say, balm smears across my lips, make me approachable just for kicks.
Rub makeup all over to make me perfect, that look in your eyes is what makes it worth it.
Self worth and value entitled to a mountain of ideological pouting.
Pretty, pretty. Pretty.
A single stare can warm my heart. look at my face its my everything, every drop of my art.
My curves, my canvas, I made it all up. I want you to hang me up! Ill sit kindly till you throw me out! but pass me by and call me beautiful, give me your eyes for a second, and just make me feel worth it!
Minuscule anticipation of the unprocessed ideas I hang to.
Hickory wood frames me up but she's up higher with holdings made of oak so depression for a new self revitalization just sign me up.
Self image globs, sticks into a contemplation of fake, but in reflection of my connection is that, it's real.
Wearing what? this was how I was born, a lie to them and a lie to myself. Every second a defying race.
Every day wrinkles develop on my.
Beautiful, beautiful. Beautiful face.
Please oh self rectifying image in my mind, please manifest yourself and call me your perfect dime, Hang me up on your favorite wall, and call me prettier than them all, so my heart will beat at the sound of your approval. You perfect perfect reservoir of compliments and endless fulfillment that only for a moment can douse my need for self gratification.
Lift me up or throw me down, just please tell me I am the prettiest all around.