Am I ugly? Disgusting? Broken? Perhaps so.
Sometimes I’m not sure what to believe.
I can’t see the beauty that people see, yet I am to believe it.
My voice feels so deep and and foreign, however I am aware of it’s melodic effect.
It’s strange to hate yet be so loved for the qualities I do not desire.
That is why sometimes when I hear someone compliment those very features, it stings a little to never truly understand.
I don’t love myself and perhaps I may never feel like “myself” as I understood it
But I am unique, I am special, and I have learned to atleast appreciate who I am.