"Beautiful"
Am I beautiful?
You say I am but yet they call me fat.
Am I perfect?
You say I am but no one thinks that.
Am I okay?
You know I am not.
Is this over?
This battle has already been fought.
Was I on the winning side?
I think I was not.
The voices used words,
They weren't familiar,
They messed with my head,
They turned a peaceful place,
Into a bloody battle,
When my white flag went up,
I knew it was over ,
But standing outside my body,
Seeing myself face down,
I feel that maybe I was beautiful,
But now I'm in the ground.
