Honestly, no.
You never look ok
That sweatshirt makes you look
Like you gained five pounds;
Maybe put a little effort into your appearance

And you might not look like trash.

Of course.
You look beautiful: you always do

I don’t know why you always ask that.

I don’t know why you even bother.


You never believe my answer.


You never believe the truth.

No
You look awful.
I know you were fishing for complements
But you won’t get one from me

It would just feed
Your ever-growing enormous ego
So you don’t deserve it

Yes

Now shut up.
You’re obviously prettier than I am
So do me a favor
And stop asking

I know I can never be as pretty as you

Is that a joke?
I can’t see your face.
It’s covered in make up

Are you even wearing clothes?
I wouldn’t be surprised
If I saw you standing on a street corner

What does it matter anyway?

The answer will always be yes;
I’ll just end up telling you
What you want to hear

My opinion doesn’t matter