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Jaded Reality


In her own jaded perception of reality She opened her eyes. Herself is what she does hate. She watches her weight. Her thighs to big, her dreams too small. She starved herself to look like a fashion Queen. She dreamed of thin, she wished to be tall. She looked in the mirror imperfection is All she seen. In your jaded perception of reality of what You thought was true don’t forget nobody Is better than the real you.
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