Beauty?

I am beautiful?

Maybe it's just an empty shell, a nice package full of air or a simple reflection that is projected differently in each person.

Sometimes in the silence of the night while my mind navigates through a sea of ​​thoughts, recreating and creating different scenarios where everything could have been different I wonder if I am beautiful.

Since I was little I learned that beauty is pain. I learned it while I listened to the words of my classmates in my head, while my mother told me not to take that second portion of cake .. But above all I learned when at night I prayed that you would not come back and tell me how beautiful I was.