You used to call me Beautiful

Yes. But you became sloppy and mad. You became hateful and uninterested. You became narcissistic and bigoted. You became disgusting and self centered. You stopped caring and being sympathetic. You were right even though you weren't.

What are the results?

What are the new goals?

Are we better now? Did we disagree on the issues?

Did we forget that love trumps hate and that war is useless and irresponsible?

Insanity reigns?

When can we get past the greed and poverty and shame?

When can we expect the sun again?

I guess you forgot that the beauty you see in me is a reflection of the beauty you see in yourself...

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