She skips meals, applies layers and layers of make up
She drinks things thinking  they'll make her smaller
She ***** her tummy in, she tries to be perfect
She tries to be the idol
Her grades are perfect too, and that's nice
But she's not comfortable
She's not okay with how she looks
She thinks she's not pretty
So the make up will sort her out
She thinks she's fat, but she's not
In my eyes she looks perfect
She looks perfect without the make up
And with her tummy
According to me she's thick, not fat
She's perfect
All the commercial drinks for weight loss are unnecessary, I think
I like her just as she is
I like who she is when she's with me
Because only then she's free to be herself
Should I tell her she's perfect one more time?
And that whoever likes her, should like her just as she is
She's trying to look like the ladies in the magazines but she's not them
She's different , she's beautiful
And her flaws make her more beautiful
I like how her natural hair is *****
But she wants it always straight
I like her chocolate skin colour
But she wants to be lighter
I like how evenly thick she is
But she wants the flat tummy
I like her as she is
And I hope she'll like herself too

I'm sorry for liking you
For feeling what I feel for you
For having you on my mind
Always waiting for you to reply my texts
And waiting for you to ask when we could meet
I'm sorry for what I  feel for you
For expecting too much from you
And for thinking of you so highly
I'm sorry
I'm sorry cause we're still young
Also I don't know what you feel
And my expectations are too much
I'm sorry

If you are to leave, let me know not
If you shall will to say goodbye, don't
Instead, pack your things and leave
For I cannot bear the pain of your words
And I can only compare them the pain to a stab by a dagger
For what we had greatly invested in would be over
And moving on would be too hard a task
No explanation would befit such cruel an act
And no tears would wash away the pain
Though I'll still mourn and weep a river
If you are to leave my lover,
Just pack your things and leave
And let me be, let me weep, let me be
Just pack your things and leave

She opens the door
Her children smile more
She's not as strong
But she has to move on
She has to be strong for her little ones
For he left them, they who he was with once
He who had promised them the world
Was nowhere to be seen
She has to be strong
She has to be strong
For with her strength, she gives her children hope
And assures them of a brighter tomorrow

He said that blank pages are the hardest to fill,I was silent

He said that I’m different, I was silent

The reason for my silence? Everything

What I wanted, what I felt

What I needed, what I lacked and what I had

My hopes were sky high, unreachable high

My dreams were great, far beyond his understanding

My achievements were still few, fewer than what he felt

Yet all was fine, or so he thought

I thought about it, I analysed it

I examined myself about it,tried to be honest about it

I then realized that what he felt was blank

And what I felt was blank

His kind of blank?

That which was the hardest to fill due to lack of it

My kind of blank?

Something I’m still unaware of