I thought you're beautiful,
but not in the way that you probably hope.
you were beautiful but it made me feel sick,
because then they saw it too; so much that you
you weren't that special & all the attention
made you ugly inside.
I thought you were sublime, you always were
then they saw it too
and it made you proud,
but I saw it first and you didn't care.
If beauty was a disease; you'd die from it
and i hope you suffer
because i thought you're divine and it isn't fair
because then they saw it too
and you'd much rather be one of them.
I thought you're beautiful; but not in the way you think
you were perfect and it made me sick cause'
then they saw it too and you had an excuse
to be ugly.
Now I think you're hideous; so much it makes me cry
because I remember I remember
when it was only me
only me who thought
that you were beautiful.
a/n- to someone
not so special anymore.