Underneath the bridge,
The day before her freedom,
She spoke to life and god,
Put an end to this- she begged
She never had friends
This story is not new
You have seen it in movies and in the books that shaped you
She stood in front of the mirror and cried,
On the day her mother died,
Because that's when she realized,
The beauty only seen through her mother's eyes
She was alone
Invisible to the eyes not made for the soul,
Ugly to the eyes only made for the skin,
She lived!
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 9:34 PM UTC
Underneath the bridge,
The day before her freedom,
She spoke to life and god,
Put an end to this- she begged
She never had friends
This story is not new
You have seen it in movies and in the books that shaped you
She stood in front of the mirror and cried,
On the day her mother died,
Because that's when she realized,
The beauty only seen through her mother's eyes
She was alone
Invisible to the eyes not made for the soul,
Ugly to the eyes only made for the skin,
She lived!
