The Thing You'd Die to Be

Beauty.
It’s a silky word that’s thrown around,
A rushed emotion at the sound,
But when it leaves your tired lips,
You’ll feel that emptiness that grips
When you realize that your hips
Aren’t small enough.
When your face isn’t quite perfect,
Your right eye larger than your left,
Your waist isn’t quite so small,
You’re not proportionate or tall,
Your chest isn’t big at all,
And you feel like people judge.
When your hair won’t fall in satin drapes,
Your acne is the size of grapes,
Your nails are cracked and oh so dry,
A duller color of the eye,
You can’t do anything but cry,
Because you can’t help it.
You see them walking down the street,
Beautiful from head to feet,
Your self-esteem, it takes a hit,
It makes you feel inadequate,
Your eyes, they lose that tiny bit
Of confidence.
But listen to a little fact,
You can take a different track,
Just remember what I say,
A pretty face will fall away,
But inner beauty always stays,
And when you realize that one day,
Everyone will see it.