People say she's a beauty
She hears it all the time.
But when she thinks about herself,
She just can't tell why.
She looks into the mirror
Wishing for perfection.
She does her make up and straightens her hair,
Then frowns at her reflection.
She throws the mirror down.
It shatters on the floor.
She runs to her bed crying;
She can't take it anymore.
She wants a better smile,
And different hair color.
She hates her body, nose, and feet.
And wishes her freckles weren't there.
She doesn't talk to many boys.
She's not popular at school.
She's hoping for attention,
And wishes she was cool.
You think she's very happy,
But that's really just a lie.
Her insecurity and pains
Are hidden in disguise.
She goes back to the bathroom,
Quietly shuts the door.
She picks up a piece of glass.
She starts to think; she thinks a lot,
Then she remembers about her past.
She remembers when she was little,
When nobody was mean.
It didn't matter how you looked or dressed-
It's so tough to be a teen.
She glues together the pieces
Still sitting on the cold bathroom tiles.
She looks at herself and sees:
She's a broken girl in a broken world forced to smile.
So basically, this is saying it is very tough being a teenager. And that's okay! Most everyone goes through this! And You Are Not Alone! She hears it all the time.
But when she thinks about herself,
She just can't tell why.
She looks into the mirror
Wishing for perfection.
She does her make up and straightens her hair,
Then frowns at her reflection.
She throws the mirror down.
It shatters on the floor.
She runs to her bed crying;
She can't take it anymore.
She wants a better smile,
And different hair color.
She hates her body, nose, and feet.
And wishes her freckles weren't there.
She doesn't talk to many boys.
She's not popular at school.
She's hoping for attention,
And wishes she was cool.
You think she's very happy,
But that's really just a lie.
Her insecurity and pains
Are hidden in disguise.
She goes back to the bathroom,
Quietly shuts the door.
She picks up a piece of glass.
She starts to think; she thinks a lot,
Then she remembers about her past.
She remembers when she was little,
When nobody was mean.
It didn't matter how you looked or dressed-
It's so tough to be a teen.
She glues together the pieces
Still sitting on the cold bathroom tiles.
She looks at herself and sees:
She's a broken girl in a broken world forced to smile.
Thanks to so many people for never giving up on me and loving me no matter what!
@Miikaa @Anzuronn @PepperPancake @Calico_Kat @HeartEyesHowell @Twisted_Cheshire @Amcra @Hxpe @regionalatemmy @vFoxxxx @Chrissy @Nerdehhh @RonHazForums @Derpiie and so many people I cannot tag!
I wouldn't dream of giving up on you!
