“You look pretty”. It is a cage I have adorned myself within. In my nineteen years of living, I never thought there could be a greater compliment than “you look pretty”; “you look beautiful”; And, my personal favourite, “I bet you look good Under all that clothing”.
This is a cage that I have locked myself in. The walls are made of crystal, But no one who presses their hand up against it To steal a glance in Ever sees me. I am what I will become, But to the crows that surround me, I will never be more than the pretty object Waiting to be snatched up from the filthy floor.
In my nineteen years of living, I have been conditioned to believe that my worth Is solely based around How pretty I am, Or how good I look in that dress, Or how I beautifully paint my face to become Your doll. I never have believed that I could be Anything more.
When you gaze upon me, With your starving eyes searching my body For something that does not exist, Do you not see me for my true worth? Is my capacity for kindness and My loving nature Not something which is destined to be adored? Will who I am Ever be enough for your ego to coincide?
Whatever it is that you decide, Your choices will not persuade me. I know I am worth more than an idle compliment Which holds no weight or denotation. I know that I am worthy of a love Which sees all of me, And not just the crystal cage That is shattering in my wake Around me.