Remember
You are magic,
A peculiar kind that lives here
In our barren, desolate world today,
A magic that conjures up smiles from sullen tears
Love from ill-used and broken hearts
Comforts my aching, hollow sadness
Embraces my everything
That, dear?
Magic.

You
Must have cast
A peculiar kind of spell
Because when I look in the mirror
I don't see everything I hate and fear about myself
I see a thin, beautiful, worthwhile girl
With a flawless, soft, delicate form
Eyes a-glow with hope
Don't deny the
Magic