They Say She's Beautiful

strong straight legs stick out from black miniskirts and long black hair blows through the wind sunglasses huge, eyeliner dark. she stares out from bangs too long and shyly glances for his face. quiet, pretending she is small she stands with her head head high proud and tall. she walks with the grace of an athlete but she falls down and cries every night becuase these beautiful things about herself she is blinded from. the mirror reflects back obesity pimples, freckles, patchy hair and eyes too small too much makeup too much faking... pretending to be someone else her spirits are breaking. you catch her on a good day and she is beautiful and she smiles smiling is the one symptom she can fake she can laugh and she can pretend to be normal but inside she lies and hides away. green eyes, pink lips piercings, trendy clothes so many attributes to appearence and personality and yet, she is beautiful only when she isn't pretending she's not a lie. i wish you could see her today. i wish you could see her when she cuts the flesh away when she cries thousands of tears in water and blood when she snorts her drugs and tries so hard not to be like you. i wish you could read teh poems that she writes alone at night. i wish you could see her thinspo book and all the rumours that she writes down as reminders of why she's not good enough. i wish you knew the ways she hated herself. i wish you knew the lengths she's gone to off herself. i wish you knew the way she pretends that she is not that way. i wish you saw her throw up her food, i wish you knew the ways she lives. and you say she is beautiful but nobody can prove to her this to be true. she is beautiful... but not in the same ways as you. she has scars and she has bruises she has pancake pupils and she has regrets. explain, how can she be anything close to the definition of beauty? xoxo Ellie J