I have 111 photos on my Facebook wall
I have 13 albums that tell my secreted past
A profile picture that hold my personal record of 63 likes
I have 111 photos on my Facebook wall
Yet not one shows who I am
Not one can depict what I'm going through
Hidden in the picture a message
My body hidden away for no one to see
The photos only holding my face
The face that is being but online for people
To like and comment
Oh your so beautiful they say.
But then I see
The half naked ******* my home page
Showing how confident they are
Yet I know, they are seeking for something
They want the feeling like they are worth something
But when I see these body standing half naked on my home page
I want to cry.
That a girl has to unclothed herself so much just to be call beautiful
But is that her fault or the pressure from the other girls.
I have 111 photos on my Facebook wall
These girl I see are much like me
Except they crave to be called beautiful
Theses pictures holding a message that no one can depict but them
The pictures making more okay to call them names
No matter how many times she gets called a ****
No matter how many times she gets called a **
No matter how many time she gets called a *****
No matter how many times she will get bullied for posting these picture
She will not stop
She will block the bullies and keep posting
She will never let other think she has won
She will never except herself as beautiful
Even though she is and everyone knows it
She will finally get to that point
I have 111 photos on my Facebook wall