In mornings I see a beast looking back at me
I try to hide it before anyone else sees
mascara, foundation applied so perfectly
all to conceal all my insecurities
My freckles, my dark circles and a spot or two
people wouldn't care but it's everything to me
I'm too scared to go out with all these imperfections
It all causes stress and anxiety
I wish it didn't matter
I wish nobody would see
my face feels too ugly in this world of model wanna-be's
It's so hard to bare it I can hardly breathe
My body grows weak, tired of being its own prisoner
no food, too much excersize I feel like I'm expired
overused, confused I break my reflection
shattered glass, bloody hand, hospital visit
Car ride home
Broken, torn up phone
I realize I'm who I have been wanting to be
but it's still not enough
It all feels too rough
I bowed my head, and put my hands up
then all the pain paused
I prayed while I put all the mirror back together
then I whispered to myself " Beautiful Forever "

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