Beauty is determined by preference,
A boy with bruises on his arms
And consequence on his face,
With sadness in his eyes
The torture he endures,
From the mistakes he never makes

Can look like,
Clean skin,
Strong bones,
Ocean eyes,
And a welcoming smile

A girl with cuts in her wrists,
Showing self loathing,
Looking for any other pain,
Than the one her thoughts feel,
Tear stained cheeks,
And crimson arms

Can look like,
Crafting hands,
Willful arms,
A face full of spirit,
And heart made of hope

A girl with her problems,
Piling up in her stomach,
Feeling like the whole world can see you,
No place to hide,
So she drowns her self esteem,
In make up and eye creams,
In pizza and ice cream

Can look like,
An angel,
A goddess,
A muse,
Sent from the heavens,
On gentle white wings

You can't see beauty,
Without seeing ugly,
It is what you feel is amazing,
That can truly look it

Beauty is determined by preference,
What looks beautiful to you?