Beauty In Me
Seeing the beauty in me
that everyone tells me about
is hader to see than you think.
I only see my flaws
because these flaws are all I think everyone sees
they see that because
when I was younger
I was the ugly one
The slut
The whore
The know it all
The stupid one
The one that didn't fit in
And fitting in is all that matters.
That was where people would talk to you
Hang with you
Be seen with you
You weren't the outcast at recess
the one who just read a book
or sat on the grass by themselves
because no one would talk to you.
But this beauty that people say I have
The kids took it away
Played with it until it
Wasn't pretty anymore
then they moved on to the next kid
while I sat there
trying to fix myself up
lick my wounds clean
but before I can finish healing
the other kids noticed the beauty and wanted it again
they took it away
Stomped on it
Kicked it around
Played a litte soccer with it
Throwing it back to me when they were done
And the process starts all over
Again
But that is the past,
now we all have grown up
still the beauty people play with
It' still broken, still dirty
Still covered in scars
School is still a living hel
but I learned to fake a smile, act like you don't care
But at night. Alone.
the Pain takes over
No more faking it,
no more smiling and acting
I am finally free of pretend
The cuts get deeper and deeper
and life becomes a thing to play with
So don't tell me I'm pretty because it will add to the pain
Just tell me you understand and let me be
I will come to you when I need it.
This beauty you see in me it'l show up
When I start to see past these scars
and start to see the good things
My eyes,
hair,
smile,
it may be small but some of these scars
are too big to fix
Just be patient because this beauty is just
starting to show itself to me.