For my girls.

For my girls;

If you call yourself ugly, you may think it's true.

But here is something I kind of wrote, just for you.

You sit & watch the days go by.

No one really knows you cry.

At school you smile & joke around.

But after; you get pushed to the ground.

Holding you down, fear spits you in the face.

It tells you you're not pretty.

It tells you all the lies.

But then you start to beleive them.

& what other people see of you.

Is the complete opposite in you're eyes.

You call yourself fat; when you thin as a twig.

You down half the boddle, when you said only one swig.

As the room starts tipping you finally look down.

You see you're stomach, the way it was always found.

You can see you're feet, it slides right past.

Now you're on the ground.

Life fell all to fast.

You say that you are ugly; when every guy picks you.

If only, I say. If only you knew.

The girls that have there eyeliner, there lashes & there lips.

Those fake outlined eyes stare you down.

It's no surprise.

It makes you feel so inscure.

But really, you're more gorgeous than her.

All the little people; put together as one.

All the shallow people; that think hurting each other is fun.

All the lost lives; because of one tiny lie.

& you can't even say sorry.

So instead you say goodbye.