Feb 2014
I see her so clearly.
The young teen, filled with such beauty.
If only she could see what I see so clearly.
I see the way she looks at her reflection.
She looks at herself filled with hate toward her precious image.
I notice when she doesn't eat.
I see her ribs come for a peek.
I hear her when she pukes at night.
I know the pain she feels inside.
I wish I could let her see, what I see so clearly.
I see a girl with beautiful flaws.
I see a girl who dazzles.
I see the way he lusts for her.
I see the way society murders.
I see the way covers conflict pain.
Their trying to change the generations ways.
The young teen, filled with such beauty.
If only she could see what I see so clearly.
I see the way she looks at her reflection.
She looks at herself filled with hate toward her precious image.
I notice when she doesn't eat.
I see her ribs come for a peek.
I hear her when she pukes at night.
I know the pain she feels inside.
I wish I could let her see, what I see so clearly.
I see a girl with beautiful flaws.
I see a girl who dazzles.
I see the way he lusts for her.
I see the way society murders.
I see the way covers conflict pain.
Their trying to change the generations ways.
I am sick and tired of society telling teens what they should look like. Beauty is what is on the inside, not the outside. I can't stand the way the media gets into the heads of the generation and tells them they have to look a certain way to be labeled as pretty. For the love of humanity, can we just teach the generation to look at themselves as gorgeous?
(United States)
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