In My Head

Is what you say.
But in my head, I know it's wrong.
Because though actions speak louder
Than thousands of words,
The most roaring letters are thoughts
In my head
Of envy,
Of greed,
Of pretention.

So how am I going to convince you?
What am I supposed to say?
And how am I supposed to believe you
When you say
I'm beautiful?
Because in my head,
I'm not.

But tell me still
That I am sweet.
That I am thoughtful.
That I am smart.
Tell me, please,
That I am perfect.
It's what I want to hear.
Though in my head,
It's wrong.