I am not in a good position anymore.
My walls have come down.
I feel so exposed, so bare, alone.
My insides are out, passing
and my outside is gray.
Without my security of running,
that blanket that held me so thin,
I now turn the other cheek
and throw up all my happiness
"God, help me believe that I am beautiful. Don't let me believe the lies of the world. Help me see that I am perfect just the way I am, I don't need to change. Please show me. Help me see that I am wrong to destroy your temple, I know I am wrong. Keep this on the front of my mind. God, I want to be beautiful in your eyes. Help me believe what I know is true."