Ask

And I asked what if I ripped of my face and there was nothing beautiful in me

Would you still like me? Would you still be sweet to me?

And I asked what if I was scarred and it couldn’t be fixed?

Would you still compensate? Would you still treat me the same?

And I asked what if I wasn’t giving in too much too easily?

Would you still smile at me the same? Would you regard me the same way?

And I asked again what if my mouth revealed it’s bitterness?

Would you still listen to me? Would you still laugh with me?