Nothing More
That girl,
The girl you judge,
Her eyes are too small,
Her hips are too wide,
Her face is too pale,
Those things,
They cannot be changed.
So why do you judge them?
Does it make you feel good?
The real her,
You won’t even give her a change.
The things you see,
The physical things,
That’s not who she is.
But you’re making her lose herself,
In a sea of darkness,
That will only take her over,
From the inside out.
She’ll cake on the makeup,
She’ll try to lose the weight,
But she’ll never be good enough.
You’ll still judge her,
She’s fake,
She’s too skinny.
And eventually,
She’ll give up.
And it’ll be your fault.
You make her think that she’s nothing.
Nothing more than a hollow shell.
Nothing but an ugly face and imperfect figure.
Nothing more at all.
You pushed her.
You killed her.
And now,
She’s gone.
YOU ARE READING
Reflections
RandomMy words, reflections of my innermost thoughts and feelings, nothing is more personal than words telling the story in which I both fell apart and conquered some of my greatest fears and struggles in life.
