I would be pretty...

I would be pretty if I wasn't so ugly inside.

I cover my face with paint to hide myself like Dorian Gray.

To fool myself as well as others into believing that I am attractive person,

But when the paint on my face cracks and smudges,  

And my words come out like vomit before I can stop them,

And I hurt the people I care most about...

I become painfully aware of all my flaws.

And I hate myself for not being stronger,

For not being kinder,

For not being a good person,

For these people,

Because these people I love actually think I AM a beautiful person

But I'm not.