“The first 10 years of a girl’s life is spent playing with Barbie dolls. The next 10 years is spent trying to look like one.”
She was blind to her beauty.
Shattered mirrors lay all around her,
But only the frames.
For the pieces
Are planted deeply into her heart.
All those dead dreams
Within her
Are painted upon the ground,
In the sweet color of blood red.
Her battle scars reminded her of everything
She “is.”
Broken across her heart.
Monster in her eyes.
Ugly
Bitter
Worthless
Dead
Disgusting
Empty
Strange
Unwanted
Unlovable
Freak
Stupid
Horrible
Paints every inch of her beautiful body al because she chose her own blindness over seeing past their lies. Good mirrors are not cheap and your
Daughter,
Sister,
Friend,
Lover is in her bedroom with the door closed.
Writing a letter to you, so that her beauty you’ll know and it read murder.