Beautiful

I don't quite understand,

What it is you think you see,

You think you see someone beautiful,

When you're looking at me.

I cant help but wonder,

Has the world gone completely mad,

To look at me and see beauty,

Even when I'm trashed.

Could you be my saviour,

The one to save me from the edge,

Even when I look my worst,

You think I still look the best.

There's got to be something wrong,

This feeling can't be right,

How you see me as beautiful,

When i'm so ugly on the outside.

He could have been the one to save me,

To save me from myself,

But I was one of those girls,

Far beyond the reach for help.

If I had only beleived him,

When he said I was beautiful,

I could have tasted love,

Instead of throwing away my life.

Angela M OBrien

15/02/11