a girl buries herself in her knees once she saw her reflection in the tiny mirror from her purse.
she's grown to hate herself night by night.
pieces of her slowly eroding away at the coastline's rocks that is her self esteem, and any kind of self respect taken from her.
she hates it all.
the curl of her hair.
the thickness of her thighs.
her brown, simple eyes
she despises it, exactly like she's been taught to.
sits in a corner of the box that is her room, in the dark wishing the night would never end, so she'd never have to face herself again.

oh this is where you say to give her the world, but she is the world.
she is exhausted, and taken advantage of.
resources robbed of.
threatened but didn't do a **** thing.
her natural qualities seen as a cancer.

and although, you feel bad for her, that won't change a thing will it?
you'll still use her like the tool you see her as, and enjoy your precious short time alive.
it's not like it's going to impact you right?