I wonder how it would be
If all of us could see
The tears that hide, behind the eyes
Of the girl in the magazine
The one that yearns
For us to glean
That she is more
Than the girl in the magazine
She has thoughts
And feelings too
And longs for love
As most people do
But she's told by others not to worry
And not to get in such a flurry
For things come easy to a tiny waist
And girls that have a pretty face
Maybe we should learn to look
At people without a glare
Maybe looking at people closer
And giving a good stare
Perhaps then we would see the truth
In the eyes of society's deemed
That there's no such thing as a perfect life
And nothing is what it seems