Past clichés, and platitudes
Past all other’s attitudes
No one sees my shame, my sin
Am I beautiful within
Inside my mind I ache for peace
I cut, I burn, to find release
You weep. Your tears sear through my skin
Am I beautiful within
From body, soul, to spirit man
‘Round my face you lay your hands
Your blood runs down my cheeks, my chin
Am I beautiful within
You say, “Your wounds can’t ease your pain.
But my wounds soothe like healing rain
My child, your scars do not begin
To dim the beauty that is within”
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