Take a look in the mirror,
Look at the face displayed.
A face of beauty, that the eyes do not see.
Why?

Why can I never be good enough?
Society says that I am beautiful the way I am;
However pretty is what you must be.
Pretty gives you an easier way of life.

This face in the mirror,
What would it look like if I was actually me?
If I didn't change into what society wants me to be.
Would I even recognize me?

Exhausted of pretty,
There's a new trend everyday.
Acceptance is the key.
Look in the mirror.

Is this really me?
Are you really you?
Pretty is the key.
But is it me?

Opinions everywhere
They rip through my walls,
Exposing my fear.
To my knees I fall.

Be pretty they say
Wear this, wear that
But I'm just not wired the same way.
I don't want to be like that.

I'm careless
I carry beauty in my own way.
I'm a mess.
In my thoughts I stay.

Maybe I will never be the queen.
And maybe that's okay.

Four lovely walls,
Yet I feel trapped in this silence.
I long for the light that calls.
But still nothing but silence.

How can that be?
So quiet, but I'm screaming.
No one can hear me.
My eyes no longer gleaming.

I just need to leave.
I want to throw away this life
I no longer believe.
I pick up the knife.

Is this what I want?
Am I being selfish?
This is not what my family wants.
Can I leave the people I cherish?

I just needed someone,
To help me escape my own mind
But it's too late I'm gone.
All I needed was someone to be kind.

I know now of something.
forgotten along the way,
I took advantage of a love given
And in the end taken.

Learning to live without,
Lonely nights and crying out
Empty heart, I took a shot
I reached out and prayed the love remained

You are the beauty of life
I know now
And now I can never forget.
I love you