Everyday she smiles,
but no-one truly knows the pain that she hides,
knocked down, and belittled too many times,
she's tired of these silent cries,
Muttering: "Oh, I'm fine."
She watches what she wears,
fearful, to avoid their judgemental stares,
she watches what she says,
frankly, it doesn't matter one bit,
she'll still have to bite her tongue,
and bear and grit.
She watches how she says it,
her words don't count, to her own dismay,
she's expected to put a pretty face on display.
She watches what she eats,
pointing fingers, "has she gotten a little thick?"
her confidence has taken another kick,
she covers up, and starves until she falls sick.
She watches whom she trusts,
letting someone into her heart now is an unjust,
they won't accept her anyway, unless she adjusts.
She's afraid she's not perfect,
so, she changes her face,
her appearance becomes fake,
and they say she's a disgrace,
her inner beauty she needs to embrace.
She's not perfect, and they might agree,
but she's exactly what she needs to be,
own it with grace,
her worth they shouldn't be able to deface.
She's a work of art, as promised,
only a true artist will see her beauty canvassed,
aware that society's standards,
are completely just biased.
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Midnight Thoughts
PoesíaA collection of amateur poetry and quotes written by me. •Regular updates• Copyright © 2020 by Nawaal. RB (RBN_Books). All rights reserved. ... Awards: 1st place #Non-fiction in the Golden Writer Awards Most Impressive Rankings: September 2020 #1...
