"You've got a pretty face, skinny waist."
Was something that they always said.
Yet I always thought, that something in me,
Was praying to be set free.
It's hard to explain, the way I felt,
When all they see is the pretty face
And all the rest, you have inside
Seems nothing but your secret life.
Trying to find someone that sees
Is way harder than it might seem,
But at the end, everything you need to believe
Is you're everything you want to be.
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Skin Deep (Poems by Franceska Krence)
PoetryShe was the fire She was the rain She was a shelter In a raging hurricane
