A/N: This poem is a special dedication to all the girls out there who ever doubted their beauty. You are always beautiful no matter what people say.
A last look in the mirror, as she stares at herself
She bottles up her feelings, and puts them on the shelf
She wears a smile, so beautiful and bright
Takes her car keys and leaves, under the starless night
She drives so far, till she reaches that river
Then sits on the cold grass, as she starts to shiver
She looks at her reflection, a single tear in her eye
Wondering, and asking why she's living a lie
It's no secret that she cries every night
Then leaves home smiling, like everything's alright
It's no secret that she hates how she looks
Because of all the models on magazines and books
It's also no secret that she feels all alone
Regardless of how many hours spent on her phone
Her secret was that she had a pure heart
She couldn't tell friend or enemy apart
She had eyes that only saw perfection
And a heart that always craved affection
No one saw the beauty that was buried deep inside
They busied themselves with the looks she tried to hide
Instead of seeing beauty they only saw the pride
Every night she cried herself to sleep
Trying to block the thoughts that creep
Cuz no one has told her that beauty is of the soul
And all society's standards are an endless hole
Because they saw her face before they saw her heart
So they never had the chance to understand her; a piece of art
-The_Outkast
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