Beauty

They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder

But what if there is no one there to hold her

She wants to be loved like the skinny ones

But she can’t seem to fit her thighs in size one

She steps on the scale and wants to puke

That’s an idea she can’t always rebuke

But sometimes she give into society’s bulimic ways

and sometimes she just doesn’t eat for days

She looks at herself in the mirror

And realizes her bone outlines are getting clearer

She questions her reasons

And wonders how bad it would be to starve herself this season

Her eyelashes blonde, her skin pale

You can see her ribs when she inhales

She wants to eat

But she can’t help think that maybe if she was skinnier he wouldn’t cheat

So she continues not to eat

Even though she really loves to eat meat

Then one day for him it’s all over

And she realizes she is on the brink of a disorder

Tears and tears and no way to ease the pain

Cause she still refrains from anything that will make her gain.

She gets sick from the heart ache

And all she wants is a break

If beauty is in the eyes of the beholder

She feels no beauty when he stops holding her

Her heart grows cold to her appearance

She’s eternally lost in society’s beauty trance