I don't believe I am beautiful,
don't call me that.
Call me interesting or intense,
devoid from filters of your camera's lens.
Brilliant or belligerent
when intoxicated with anger.
Call me fascinating or fallacious,
with manners always gentle and gracious.
Call me unwavering in loyalty,
and sharper than smart.
Love me unconditionally,
straight from heart.
Riddle me radiant underneath my skin,
encased within my ribcage.
Find the heart that's been beating,
through all the mayhem.
But don't call me beautiful
I won't believe you.