Artificial light,
Floods the changing rooms,
Harshly defining,
Every little flaw,
Choking with restraint,
Trying not to cry,
Wishing that I was,

Beautiful,

Hot pants, bikinis,
Are scrutinized,
With despairing glances,
And blank thoughts,
Jealously and longing,
Brims as I stare at,
Posters of girls,
That are defined as,

Beautiful,

It's what on the inside,
That's supposed to count,
The heart that lies within,
The way you treat others,
But I feel like I am judged,
Every single day,
On the black and white basis of,

Beautiful.