Breathe...
As you walk towards the door
You spot a motion from the coroner of your eye
As you turn your eyes meet another
You are frightened at what you see
Your eyes move from up to down
Your heart falls
For you can't believe that an image could be so vile
Yet you can't comprehend that it's yours
How every inch that you see is displeasing
As tears fall from thy cheek
You decide that every part of your body is unproportional
You utterly hate the sight
At that moment your phone buzzes
You pull to see the notification
The perfect lady appeared
Everything about her was flawless
From the way her oval shaped face matched her skinny body
The thought "I wish I looked like her "
Strolled against my mind
But I know that will never be
I will never be beautiful
YOU ARE READING
Besides You
PoetryYou exist between the reality of who you are and the fiction of who you could be
