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He says to me, ‘You’re beautiful’,

Every single day.

So why do I find it so difficult,

To see the truth in the words you say?

I am not ‘beautiful’

I am darkened by my pain,

Forever haunted by the memories in my head,

Afraid I’m not good enough,

Never free from the sickness of my insanity,

Desensitised to love,

Knowing a normal family life,

Is not something I will ever have.

So, do you still think I’m ‘beautiful?’

Or are these just words you say,

To replace what you’re truly thinking,

A cover up, a game.

N.T.J 15/01/2017©