What even is pretty? Who decides?
You have to be skinny enough
No marks,no bumps,a flawless face.
You have to be social but not too loud cos then you'll be called annoying
But not too quiet cos then you'll just be boring
Show too much skin, you’re judged.
Wear baggy clothes, you’re insecure.
Too much makeup, you'll be labeled as fake,
too little and they'll say you’re as plain as cake.
You have to be fun, but not too wild.
Kind, but not a pushover.
You have to have nice thighs but too thin and you're a stick but not too thick cos then you're just big.
Wear perfume and your trying too hard
But No scent and your bland
Dress to impress but don't be flashy
Be yourself but change to belong.
People pick at themselves day after day
Change their faces,twist their shape,
Stretch their bodies just to fit in .
what makes someone pretty in others' eyes?
Is it skin? Is it size ?
Is it the number on that scale we idolize?
What even is pretty?
It changes every day.

A pretty girl
Pretty like a song
A poem
Like a bird she flies so high
Her voice soft as a feather
She has rosy lips and big brown eyes
A smile that lights up the room
You could tie her in ribbon and put her on a shelf
And she would live in a dollhouse
I stare at her in admiration
I do love her so
But suddenly my eyes turn crooked
As envy takes the soul
I’m a shadow in the dark
A sad sad story
Though I am not ugly
I certainly am not the glory
My skin is jagged while hers is soft
She is big and I am not
With my big sad eyes and smile I despise
I stare in jealousy as she prances with pride
I want to be beautiful
And I really do try
But nothing compares to her
A bird that flies so high

Mirror mirror on the wall
Reflect my sorrows reflect them all
And when I cry when I scream
Reflect the way I think of me

Mirror mirror on the wall
Reflect the way in which I fall
But catch my teary eyes in sight
My eyes of gold reflect the light

I know a lot of things.
I know that at night, the shadow of the door
on the roof,
can either look like Patrick Star,
or the grim reaper.
Take your pick.

I also know that if you’re loud enough,
you can be quiet enough when you disappear,
and no one knows where you are.
Or maybe they’re so annoyed with you,
that they don’t care.

I know that if you look in the mirror too long,
you'll find yourself turning from side-to-side,
rating every part of your body out of ten,
and you will find that you
hardly ever get higher than a seven.

I know that if you bury yourself
deep enough in something,
the rest of the world will hurt less.
But a forewarning-
This doesn’t always work,
sometimes it hurts more.

I know that if you have a good enough poker face,
Blackjack is actually pretty easy
(when you aren't playing against your father).
And I also know that poker faces
are more important than you might think.

I know that if your throat gets a lump,
you can swallow it down,
but once your nose starts to tingle,
9 times out of 10, you’re going to cry,
and you won't look pretty while you do it.

I know that if you close your eyes,
you can wish away a lot of things,
and make up a lot of things,
but when you open your eyes,
your wishes didn’t come true,
and your dreams aren’t real.

I know if you give someone a part of yourself,
and they leave you,
you’ll spend the rest of your life
trying to get it back
but you never will.

I know a lot of things.

Summer Days splashing in the river
The bike ride down
The wind in my face
My hair dancing with the breeze
I wish
every
Day
was like This

Dad,

Hanging up his hammock
While me and Maddie walk up the river
Making up our own games
And convincing Dad to let us
Swim in the river
Though the current was rough
I remember how he would sometimes
Say
“yes”
Letting the water
Engulf our bodies
Pulling us gently
Downstream

Years ago
I didn’t realize
I didn’t see how quickly
How quickly our world is disappearing
How quickly the water has dried up
Those days
Slipped out of my hands like water
Slowly          evaporating
Slipping from my hands
Dripping into some place
That is unknown

Someday
I will visit this place
The past of my life
The perfect days by the river
Someday.

Dear sky,
I love the color you're wearing today. It makes me feel light-headed. How is it that every shade you wear adorns you and makes me fall in love?
Yesterday it was a very soft blue and now its more purple and I know I'm limited in the names of shades but
I hope someday you'll teach me what you call each shade between purple and blue and tell me what each one means.
I'll continue to admire you from here, i hope you look at me sometime and know how i love all of you
Love,
January

"Why do you treat me right?
talking late in the night
staring in your pretty eyes
you're so pretty, that I might
might pull up a fight
the stars above shine oh so bright
yet, I only see you far in sight
why?"