Don't you dare call me pretty
Beneath that layer of perfects
Until you see every flaw
And you'll judge it just like others.

Don't you dare tell me i'm kind
Until I shut you up
And tell you that
You'll get tired of me just like others.

Don't you dare tell me you love me
Until you witness each and
every stretch mark
Engraved all over my body
And again you'll give up on me.

But if you stay anyways
After my darkness
Imperfections and bitterness
Maybe I'll trust you then :