What attraction is there?
To muddled skin,
And sun dyed hair?
I look in the mirror
And think of the past.
Of a body I could have,
And of the beauty that would not last.
Do I repulse you?
With my stretch marks,
And scars of war.
My low cut shirts,
You call me a whore.
Do you really see me?
Past the chest to the pain
God you people make me sick.
What do you expect to gain?
Where in this world is love?
Did it ever truly exist?
If you think that life is about popularity
And labels there, is something I have missed.
You base your love lives
On fairytales, and folklore,
Yet when I find love and speak of it,
You say that I should find something more.
Nothing will add up to your standards,
As long as the superficial is your goal.
You have to find peace in the reality,
Instead of the media to make you whole.
Do you know what pain you cause?
When you judge me with out my heart.
If you did you would see I am beautiful.
And yet you still tare me apart.
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Submission Name: Think about it
