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Look in the mirror. What do you see? Unconventional beauty, isn't that right? Everybody sees differently But imperfection is not an ugly sight. You look at yourself and wish that you were blind Counting the flaws and things you could change You're listening to the voices in your mind Telling you that you look silly or strange You wish you were someone people consider beautiful But looks only go skin deep. If you want true beauty, look into the soul That's where things are so trivial and cheap. Inside yourself is where the true glamour lies Stirring, growing, inviting them in Shining out through your eyes Windows to a heart that's spread so paper thin Wanting to fix, yearning to please Make everyone happy and smile She hides it well and succeeds with ease But dark thoughts have been there for a while. I'm not good enough No one will ever love me Anyone calls you pretty, call their bluff They need glasses if they can't see Exactly what you do when you look in that mirror The moles, the rolls, the unwanted hair All the imperfections couldn't be clearer And you wish that you weren't there... But you were made this way Vision is not what people are all about The beauty within is what you display And that will make you gorgeous inside and out Imperfection is not any ugly sight And ignorance is not blissful. Broadcast your heart, let it take flight Never let anyone make you feel unbeautiful It's only skin deep And it all fades with time Youth and grace you cannot keep Death is a surely sign Of how beautiful you were by all the people around Who stand by your side Even after you're in the ground People need a lesson, some sort of guide Attractiveness is in the eyes of the beholder And once you learn you can't please everyone Your feelings and thoughts won't smolder Your judgement and make you want to run Away from happiness and love And from believing That you aren't good enough Because everyone is someone worth seeing.
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:14 AM UTC
Skin Deep
Look in the mirror. What do you see? Unconventional beauty, isn't that right? Everybody sees differently But imperfection is not an ugly sight. You look at yourself and wish that you were blind Counting the flaws and things you could change You're listening to the voices in your mind Telling you that you look silly or strange You wish you were someone people consider beautiful But looks only go skin deep. If you want true beauty, look into the soul That's where things are so trivial and cheap. Inside yourself is where the true glamour lies Stirring, growing, inviting them in Shining out through your eyes Windows to a heart that's spread so paper thin Wanting to fix, yearning to please Make everyone happy and smile She hides it well and succeeds with ease But dark thoughts have been there for a while. I'm not good enough No one will ever love me Anyone calls you pretty, call their bluff They need glasses if they can't see Exactly what you do when you look in that mirror The moles, the rolls, the unwanted hair All the imperfections couldn't be clearer And you wish that you weren't there... But you were made this way Vision is not what people are all about The beauty within is what you display And that will make you gorgeous inside and out Imperfection is not any ugly sight And ignorance is not blissful. Broadcast your heart, let it take flight Never let anyone make you feel unbeautiful It's only skin deep And it all fades with time Youth and grace you cannot keep Death is a surely sign Of how beautiful you were by all the people around Who stand by your side Even after you're in the ground People need a lesson, some sort of guide Attractiveness is in the eyes of the beholder And once you learn you can't please everyone Your feelings and thoughts won't smolder Your judgement and make you want to run Away from happiness and love And from believing That you aren't good enough Because everyone is someone worth seeing.
chelsea-molin
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28/F/American
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:14 AM UTC
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