Le monde est beau

The world is beautiful but i am not. I have been called ugly by society's rejects, and by life's cruel youth. They pointed at me and laughed. I always bottle it up, and let it build inside of me. I have learned to accept their criticisms, and i have also start believing their hurting words. But baby, tonight we are 2 drops of rain so far away, and we are both beautiful. Let's play and pretend a relationship. Fake an orgasm for my sake, make me happy. Let's get drunk and high using our joy and love. Or anything that resembles any of those two. The world could be scary without you, but i am more afraid of it when you are in it. You made me so self conscious; way more than the people insulting me. Your silence says so much. It speaks to me, and it yells. It tears the pictures of the walls of my badly light my room. I have one wish left, and i don't know if i should be selfish and wish for your love, or do the right thing and wish for your happiness. Or should i wish for my death, just so i could be reborn as a beautiful being, dull and pretty. Never ugly and interesting. Le monde est beau et je suis laid. Je ne peux plus respirer sous le poids de cette dure vérité.