Girls

I keep staring at this face This body This mess up- screwup with the wrong hair cut and ugly tip of nose top of the cascade of uneven curls that don’t quite fit into any shape just like the shape of my legs lips teeth don’t quite meet and that bothers me to no end until I close my eyes but it doesn’t stop there I see it in my mind My body I can feel it but it’s not mine cause when I see it I cry and cry and cry But it doesn't stop there Would she cry too? If she could see me now Would she cry too? I remember seeing all the pretty girls when I was young Seeing their beauty the way it swirls Seeing her beauty the way it Twirled into my mind as a reminder I must remember to find her In myself when I’m older But do I? It's not my fault I know I'm trapped in a world that doesn't allow growth I see it every day in my phone Another surface reflected at me The light melding my face into their own Except I don't change But they do Always change into something better Ugly unknown Isn't it crazy? Isn't it insane? Look at the way their face is sewn! Wait, I’m not mad at them! I want to be them! Isn't it crazy? Isn't it insane? I feel pressured by these magicians But it's not just me Every single girl today weeps These pressures forces us as beauticians Of shame Of guilt Into what we should be At this time I am trapped in a world (I want to be free) where comparison is necessary (I want to be free) to be pretty So I ask, only because I cannot and Must not believe it myself But am I pretty?