Compliments

Isn’t it funny, to be called a word

And suddenly, you receive butterflies

In your stomach, it’s pretty absurd

But after a while, that feeling will die

To be labeled

And limited to only that

Although you know damn well, you are capable

To much more, in fact

Who needs the opinions of others

On how you stand and dress

Or how you twirl your hair

And your features and the rest

Because I certainly do not care!

Anymore

I used to give into the compliments

Make others adore me more

I stopped, now there’s some common sense

To be rewarded by being called pretty

Want to make more adjustments to your face?

Not too much, now don’t be greedy

We’ll all do this because it’s the the compliments we chase

Knowing this, having a new point of view

I see audience’s compliments slowly becoming hostile

Which is why I no longer give them value

By ignoring them, we are no longer fragile