Beauty- Poem

I feel ugly

but you tell me I’m not.

And today I believe you,

but I can’t guarantee

tomorrow that I will.

How do we reconcile

Those realities?

If beauty were universal,

I would hope to see myself

in a mirror that reflects me

the way others see me;

unburdened by the

blemishes that only I

seem to see.

I love you.

But I don’t love myself.

So I can’t accept your love.

And that breaks my heart.