Tell me I'm pretty,
go ahead,
I won't believe you.
Lies are growing in my heart.
Someone long ago planted the seed,
and now a weed has taken all my self worth,
No amount of gardening will bring it back.
Go ahead,
call me beautiful,
I won't believe you.
go ahead,
I won't believe you.
Lies are growing in my heart.
Someone long ago planted the seed,
and now a weed has taken all my self worth,
No amount of gardening will bring it back.
Go ahead,
call me beautiful,
I won't believe you.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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