People say shes a beauty, She hears it all the time. But when she thinks about herself, She just cant tell why. She looks into the mirror Wishing for perfection. She does her makeup and straightens her hair, Then frowns at her reflection. She throws the mirror down. It shatters on the floor. She runs to her bed crying; She cant take it anymore. She wants a better smile, And different colour hair. She hates her body, nose and feet. And wishes her freckles werent there. She doesnt talk to many boys. Shes not popular at school. Shes hoping for attention, And wishes she was cool. You think shes really happy, But thats really just a lie. Her insecurities and pains Are hidden in disguise. She goes back to the bathroom And quietly shuts the door. She picks up a piece of glass, And sits down on the floor. She connects the pieces together A puzzle made of glass. She starts to think; she thinks alot. Then she thinks about her past. She remembers when she was little, When nobody was mean. It didnt matter how you looked or dressed- Its so tough to be a teen. She glues together the pieces Still sitting on the cold bathroom tiles She looks at herself and sees: Shes a broken girl in a broken world, forced to fake a smile Khushi :)
Posted on: Thu, 17 Oct 2013 11:24:37 +0000
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