Me... perfect?

You've told me many times before: "You're so pretty, so gorgeous!"... But if you'd see my scars, my skin that's torn; you'd hate my part that wished to not be born. "You're perfect" - no, I am not! You haven't seen the things I've done. You haven't seen my bare skin, my body; You don't see how I look before being ready. You've only seen what I wanted you to see, only let you see what I knew you'd call pretty. But, darling, I'll accept your sweet words 'cause I know you mean them..I know. Because you're just like me, aren't you? You're told you're ugly but pretty too. You don't know what to believe anymore because of all the words that were metaphors. 2025.IV.8.