The Eye of the Beholder

Everyone tells her she's beautiful, Smart, kind and funny She hears these words all the time Like a silent killer with no soul No value, no power, only empty words That society has carved and recreated For their own purpose The creator of her reasons, why she can't comprehend or even understand That she's a beauty to their eye Because every time she sees a mirror She's caught by her reflection She dresses up and primps her hair But in the end, come only muddled tears Wishing for perfection Clenching her fists and grinding her teeth She’s trying so hard to hold back her rage Dashing to her bedroom weeping She can't take the torture anymore As she collapses onto the floor All she wanted was a brighter smile And different colored hair Hating her body, nose, and feet The only words she can hear are, “it’s not fair” She doesn't talk to many boys And she's not popular at school She's praying for attention And wishing she was cool You think she's very happy Buts that's all fiction you see Her sorrow and insecurities Are hidden by disguise Melancholy and jealousy are Invariably symptoms Of neurotic insecurity Her words trap her in a metal kingdom Bound to sit and think, she thinks a lot And revisits her past She remembers when she was little And her life was crystal-like glass But now it's as clouded as steam And back then, when no one was mean It didn't matter how you dressed or looked Yet it's so tough to be a teen but, Times change and she realized the truth Her past was only a shell she was peeling off. With courage, she stands up on her bedroom tiles She looks into the mirror once more and sees She's a broken girl in a broken world forced to mock a smile