PROVE

You tell me I am beautiful
I wish that meant nothing to me
‘Cause I need more than your fleeting illusions
More than your plastic judgment of me
Truth is I’m scared to walk in a room
And feel the eyes that burn my skin
I fear when I approach your table
You won’t slide over and let me in

Prove to myself
Prove to myself I’m allowed
There’ll be a day
When I won’t need a reason to just be

This tiresome game reveals no truth
Just wasted time you can’t retrieve
And I need more than your fleeting illusions
More than your plastic judgments of me

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