Beautiful

It's not about my face.
Or his.
It's the way someone who loves you Looks at you, what they see.
That despite all the imperfections and flaws,
They see beauty.
It's what someone else finds in you,
What they see as beautiful,
That you never thought of.

Rain

It rains down on me,
The silence.
It pours down on me,
The loneliness.
I am soaked to the bone,
But there is not enough warmth
To dry away the lack of you.

You

Unable to ask,
The silence consumes me.
Not knowing the truth,
The lies destroy me.
Being alone, surrounded by people,
The images in my mind run circles
But all I see is you.

Surrounded

Surrounded by the truth,
I am completely alone.
In a room full of lies,
I find comfort and solace.
My friend has become my enemy
And my enemy, my friend.