“In the eyes of the beholder,” they say,
Beauty is found,”
But this beholder is in disarray,
Every calorie, every ounce, every pound
Seen through glasses in decay
“Unlovable” the voices yell
Confusion surrounds as lies become truth
Life is now a place of torture, a place called hell
My body is covered in battle wounds
Ugly, worthless, fat
These voices tell me
They don’t hold back
The remnants of the pain is all debris
Broken and alone
I cry out to no avail
Even in my sleep, I moan
Her soul is damaged and frail
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
“In the eyes of the beholder,” they say,
Beauty is found,”
But this beholder is in disarray,
Every calorie, every ounce, every pound
Seen through glasses in decay
“Unlovable” the voices yell
Confusion surrounds as lies become truth
Life is now a place of torture, a place called hell
My body is covered in battle wounds
Ugly, worthless, fat
These voices tell me
They don’t hold back
The remnants of the pain is all debris
Broken and alone
I cry out to no avail
Even in my sleep, I moan
Her soul is damaged and frail
