You say I'm beautiful, but
which do you mean?
Inside is for sure,
the many times my friends have said
before.
But how do you know,
if by bathing in self doubt
when your parents
have up and left
even though they're
still here.
You won't find beauty
in the dirty crevices
of your mind,
so why not
look at me,
a diamond you'll see,
though not yet polished
by your eyes,
I'll prove a worthy pupil,
To see yourself inside and
out of me,
as a reflection of our
twin beauty
