Beautiful, he said
And then the next week
He was saying it to another
A strange feeling of being discarded
Rejected
And again, of being ugly
Unloved
And I wonder when the cycle ends
Of if it ever does
People notice my dejection
Asking what is wrong
But it's so hard to put into words
"I'm fine" suffices for now
So they back off
And I'm satisfied to wallow
In my sorrow and think
