Paper thin skin
Heart vulnerable to deception
Veins coursing with the words,
“Tell me you love me”
“Tell me I’m pretty”

Eyes wide open to
Your lies
Pulsating through every fiber
And yet still craving the attention
“Tell me I’m pretty”

No such response
Too fat
Too thin
Too ugly
Imperfection to die for
And yet still the constant impulse
The constant need
“Tell me I’m pretty”

Maybe they weren’t so wrong after all.