Beauty
She doesn’t see the beauty looking back at her
She sees a boring, battered, beat up girl
Wondering why she was brought this face
Laced with hate and such a disgrace
She wants to be flattering
With the pretty girls at school chattering
She wants to be blabbed about by the boys
But she’s stuck in her torturing thoughts
Her brain won’t let her be the girl she was born to be
She wants to be blissful
Breathtaking like a beautiful butterfly
But she sees herself bound together by brittle bristles
Slowly breaking bit by bit
So broken beyond belief
She can’t bear to stand on her two feet
Can’t seem to find relief
Every day it just repeats
Again and again going through her head
So much stress it gives her grief
Hoping one day to meet a man that will make her believe
She is the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen
Making her matter more than any girl before
She needs to realize beauty’s only skin deep
Then maybe she can finally breathe
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