If you'd only just stop to see what was real.
To see what was fake, to see what I feel.

I could show you where my thoughts are,
A group of painful memories, all combined into one scar.

No one knows, what lies behind my smile,
Whether it's happiness or sadness that decides to stay a while.

I haven't been diagnosed, but I swear I have a disorder,
One that prevents you from seeing beyond my hearts, guarded border.

But you wouldn't even care to look,
Because you wouldn't understand my life story in the form of a book.

The moon shines like a beacon in the night,
Giving off it's beautiful, pale moonlight,

Here we are under the moon's glory,
As if we were in some fairytale story.

Your arm wrapped around my waist, walking on the beach,
Toes in the sand, the color of bleach.

The clock strikes midnight, but I don't have to go,
My clothes won't turn to rags, poorly sewed.

My carriage is not a pumpkin in disuise,
Besides all I am is real, I'll tell you no lies.

I have no glass slippers to wear,
I only have my love to share.

With us together,
Our lives are getting better...

Do they notice?
Can they see what she's doing to herself,
To become Perfect?

Her mind is overwhelming her with thoughts like:
"Is that a whole bite of food?"
"Wow, packing on the calories."
"Why can't you be skinny?"
"Why the hell are you so **** fat!?"
"Wow, you're really letting yourself go."

So she puts it down and nibbles instead.
Each day decreasing her meal size.
And no one notices, oh but she does.

She looks into the mirror and stares at her body....
She smiles at her ribcage poking out,
At her hips bulging unnaturally.
"I'm finally perfect," she says, "I can finally stop doing this and eat."

Then she's slapped back into her reality. "Are you kidding me?!"
"Look at those fatty thighs!"
"And oh that tummy has got to go!"
"That needs to be changed immediately!"

So she continues with her ways.
Just needing to be Perfect.
But do they notice?
.....Did they ever?......

Your mouth like poison,
Your lips like wine.
Intoxicate my senses,
Every single time.

My vision's hazy,
Blurred with a high.
Makes you look more desirable,
With every single lie.

My heart starts to beat,
Eradictly so.
Hurting my chest,
With all of its woes.

You confuse my thoughts,
I can't tell up from down.
Stop making me feel this way,
It hurts to cry and not make a sound.

....Hi.
I don't know your story.
And you certainly don't know mine.
But we share the same things.
The same thoughts and pain.
I wish I could ease your broken soul.
Help understand, and make you see..
That you are more than you think you are.
You are a beautiful being...with a voice.
Your words paint a canvas of beauty.
The poems you write are inspiration.
Others look and read your work in amazement,
Thinking, "How does such a young girl...know so much pain."
I get chills, just piecing together what I know.
But just know....that you are **Beautiful.

Isn't it perfect, how what people say,
Can simply just ruin your whole entire day?

Words hurt just as much as bruises,
It's a hopeless fight, everyone loses.

"Funny" jabs will never not hurt,
So look around and be alert.

Don't break down, don't cry,
There are other ways to get by.

Ignore the negative things you're told,
Let those things turn into a beautiful mold,
Of Yourself.