Breathe ≫Rants/Life/Advice/Etc.

you're beautiful

I once met this girl,

she's as pretty as can.

I told her she was beautiful,

but she didn't believe me.

Frustration consumed me,

how could she not see?

Despite the perfection that I perceive,

she's in adequacy.

See, society has taught her

to hate the skin she's in.

To compare herself to billboards,

to starve until she's thin.

But even if she made it,

ignored her hunger pain-

would she finally be at peace?

Or would her sorrow remain?

Rejection like an infection,

breeding victims of disinfection.

So, pardon my interjection,

but we must go a new direction.

This isn't natural selection,

rather a warped projection.

Women don't need your objection,

they deserve uninfluenced introspection.

I once met this girl,

she's as pretty as can.

I told her she was beautiful,

but she didn't believe me.

Frustration consumed me,

how could she not see?

Despite the perfection I perceive,

she sees inadequacy.

Shallow words from shallow guys,

curse pretty girls with tainted eyes,

forced to believe their twisted lies,

in every mirror, inside she dies.

She cannot feel the love I sent,

despite my honest heart's intent.

I drown her in these compliments,

yet somehow, she still circumvents.

Forget the American dream,

it will destroy your self-esteem.

Happy lives need no extreme,

beauty isn't what they deem.

You are perfect to the seam,

don't deny, you love ice cream.

If you're proud, let me here you scream,

as we burn their magazines.

I once met this girl,

she's a pretty as can be.

I told her she was beautiful,

but she didn't believe me.

Frustration consumed me,

how could she not see?

Despite the perfection I perceive,

she's sees inadequacy.

All that truly matters

are those who truly care.

The opinions of the masses,

neither relevant, nor fair.

So, believe what I say,

and find happiness once more:

you're beautiful,

you're perfect,

of that you can be sure.

I once met this girl,

she's as pretty as can be.

I told her she was beautiful,

but she didn't believe me.

Frustration consumed me,

how could she not see?

Despite the perfection I perceive,

she sees inadequacy.

What she doesn't realize,

a point she surely missed:

if you are a truly kind person,

ugliness does not exist.

You can throw away your makeup,

this you should not doubt...

if you are beautiful within,

you are beautiful without.