I once met a girl who didn't believe that she was such a beauty to anyone, even to me
Ah, what a lie she told herself every day that nothing about her was perfect in any way
She'd tell me to stop nagging and to stop dragging her away
She'd tell me that I didn't understand that skinny is OK
I asked myself what was that to her, even if she got it?
Would that fact actually make her happier than she was at the beginning?
She'd collapse in tears as she could not match to society's standards of a body that is seen as attractive
But what she failed to realise is that nothing matters on the outside
Because if you're beautiful on the inside that takes over and purifies what the eyes can see
Because when you are with someone who loves you for who you are, it's all that matters in reality
Yet she'd always go silent and always cry, buckling under the pressure and the fact she wouldn't comply
That she was exquisite to me, that sparkling beauty who always caresses my dreams
She never accepted that if you're kind and charming within ugliness does not plague your skin
The skin stretching indefinitely across bones as she continuously starves, always comparing herself to the warped illusion at large
Then when she sees her reflection, out comes a sigh of exasperation as she cannot see her beauty
I get consumed with frustration as she won't see her perfection, her view of perfection tainted by the world
But I want her to remember for sure
I will always remind you that you are perfect to me, sending out every compliment as if it is a plea
I know that you'll dodge the meaning of them somehow, but I promise I'll be there for you, forever more
I'll be the rain, the wind, the sunset to put you to sleep
Knowing that the beauty I showed is within you as I speak