She's not proud of herself
Neither is she proud of the things she does and says
She has always envied them
The way they smile and walk
And their endless grace
Hiding trails of ugliness in them selves as she says
She doesn't like her smile
Nor does she confide someone for her inner self
She hates the way she breathes
And I just want someone to remind her that she's beautiful no matter what she conceives.
