my eyes tend to judge me 

my mind wonders recklessly as I stare in the mirror

my eyes tend to judge me..could I make this any clearer?

I fall in to the belief that I am flawed, flawed beyond repair

look at these scrawny legs, look at this mess of hair

my eyes tend to judge me, for what? I am not quite clear

my eyes tend to judge me, me and me only, my dear

I am my biggest critique, yet my most loyal admirer

I value and cherish every inch of me, for those who may enquire

simplicity is divine in a world full of judgement 

we must cherish ourselves to the fullest, and think less or nothing of it

my eyes tend to judge me, as I progress each day

my eyes tend to judge me, each and every way

I become anxious at the thought that I am incapable of love

therefore I seek change, for myself and all the above 

I mask myself with makeup, to cover up my flaws 

but what is the makeup really for? my internal withdrawals 

I envision a life carefree, a life without worry or insecurity 

I envision a life free from sin, having nothing but purity

I am not quite sure what I was planning to see

my eyes judge no one. no one but me.

my emotions dwell within me, lost and blind 

hidden behind the lies of "okay" and "I'm fine"

the problem with the world today, I shall let this be made true 

we focus on what we don't have, as opposed to what we do

reality strikes me.. I am perfectly flawed 

a diamond on the outside as well as on the in

the most cherishable aspect of life is loving everything under your skin

my eyes tend to judge me, as I feel I am not suitable 

my eyes cease to judge, but why? because I'm beautiful.