i look around,
and all i see is beauty,
in everything,
in everyone,
in every insecure girl or boy,
in every cut on a wrist,
i see beauty in everything,
except me.
i may be a hypocrite,
but when i look in the mirror,
all i see is a beaten down failure,
someone whose heart has been crushed,
too many times,
that she starts to question if she even has one,
someone who does everything she can,
to be perfect,
yet hurts everything around her,
someone who tries to be everything she’s not
i see a tough girl,
made of steel,
but when she is alone,
she is anything but,
i see a smart girl,
has everything going for her,
but when she is hurt,
she loses her common sense,
i see a pretty girl,
who knows just what to do,
but when blinded by insecurity,
learns to believe she is ugly.
so when you see that,
tough,
smart,
pretty girl,
tell her that you are there for her,
and she will smile and wave,
act like its nothing,
but in reality,
you just saved her life.
