Honey Coated Lie

I have never been beautiful.
I wasn't blessed in that way.
Yet, you told me I was to you
and spoon fed me that honey coated lie.
I ate up every bit of it,
longing to believe someone could
believe it was so; and stupidly
I fell for your falsehoods.
I should have seen passed the facade.
Should've seen you were only using me.
Before I stepped forward,
to eat that sweet honey,
I should've looked below my feet.
Because bear traps snap faster than
you think.
And their grip is a strong hold
making you lose all control and reason.
When I begged you to set me free,
you never answered my call.
I guess wishing to be beautiful,
being told you're beautiful,
doesn't make it the real thing.

And no one cares if something ugly
passes away.