Beauty

Your skin isn’t paper Your heart isn’t stone You bleed from your cuts And it hurts to be alone Words may be knives And they may cut deep within But empty letters mean nothing When you got thick skin You don’t need perfect thighs Or even perfect hips A tiny waist will mean nothing When you put a smile on your lips All they do is reflect your pain That mirror mirror on the wall Imperfections is all you see As they watch you break and fall No one is perfect Therefore, you don’t always have to be mean Don’t blend away your eyes They’re such a pretty green The color of your lipstick Only colors your insecurity But the beauty deep within you Is all the world will ever see