August 6, 2017
I can see everyone's beauty
But not my own
I can see the glimmer of surprise in hopeful eyes
But see hate in mine
I can see the beautiful smiles tugging at humanity’s lips
But my own smiles turns to drown
“Am I too hopelessly un-beautiful to be around?”
Everyone is beautiful
But we tend to be blind
To just how beautiful we are
To the other's eye.

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