She opens a pair of solemn eyes
And stares into a reflection
She sees what is right and fine but wonders why such rejection?
The world ran out of space for her kind
No more pretty girls in good condition
An unsettling thought enters her mind
Has true beauty changed its definition?
She searches for an image she cannot find
Something that seems beneficial But her self esteem is crumbling
Only to be clouded by the superficial
What is right? What is real? This perception is wrong
What to believe anymore?
This delusion is strong
Her fight continues every time she stares at her face
It becomes a daily routine
She believes that image inside her is real
So she still fights for the beauty unseen.
So I went on Myspace...
And I was looking around and noticed this “survey” I had on the main page of my profile. I would love to not only complete it to see how I’ve changed, but to also call myself out from when I was…maybe 17-18 when I took this. My now comments on my old survey will be in ( ) kay?