Appearances May Be Deceiving

[spirits_view]

written at age 15



Everyone tells me I'm pretty
And it's not that I don't believe them
It's just that... I dont care

They tell me I have such a cute smile
That my hair always smells nice
They tell me I'm so charming
Never thinking twice

They tell me I have such a nice personality
And that's what makes me known
They always pay attention to my appearance
Never looking for what's not shown

They tell my my eyes are like the ocean
Such a brilliant sparkle of blue
And that my lips are nice and full
Always glowing a perfect hue

They tell me my body is so perfect
Nothing too big and nothing too small
That they enjoy watching my frame
Walking down the hall

Well maybe I have that cute smile...
Do you know I'm depressed?
And maybe my hair does smell nice
But do you know I do drugs when I'm stressed

So what if I'm so charming?
Do you know I hurt little children?
And maybe I have a nice personality
But do you know that I cheat on my boyfriend?

Maybe my eyes are a sparkly blue
Do you know I hide my rage behind them?
So my lips are nice and full
But do you know I throw up every now and then?

Is that appealing to you?
Do you still like my "perfect body"?
But do you know that I have over a dozen permanent scars?
Do you still think I'm pretty?

Because I'm not all that beautiful inside.