I think about true beauty

What is it? What does it mean?

I reflect on the beauties of this world

On my right is a model so gorgeous they say

But who am I then but unbeautiful.

If model’s are gorgeous and pop stars the top

Then all that it means is I’m not

If naked women and men are glamorous

Then I must not be

It drives to destruction and death

Vomiting ever meal and destroying my treasures

My voice destroyed and all I’ve wanted is to sing

But now I can’t go back

The days I starved

My stomach in pain

The times I beat myself for the shame

That I didn’t even deserve

The nights gone by

And the only thought

Beauty

But I’m tired for fake lies

It tells me beauty is pleasure

It shouts to me that beauty is not me

Beauty is that gorgeous woman

NOT ME

Beauty is that girl dolled up in dollars

But im poor with clothes

Beauty is that girl with big breasts half-naked

And all I am is not

Days and night it drives my finger up my throat

And nothing in my stomach

A hoarse voice

A tired mind

A dying girl

BEAUTY HAS DESTROYED MY EVERY BEING

My fiber of self

This beauty has completely take my dreams away

And all I’m left with are scars

And a throat that can’t sing the songs that I dreamed

So why am I still searching for this beauty

And all of it in ten years will be gone

So stop me

STOP ME

I’m tried of this stupid thing

I’m tired that all I am is pleasure

I’m tired of this

I want TRUE BEAUTY

Beauty of love that lasts forever

That restores me to myself

Gives me the voice to sing

To the one I love

Beauty that lasts forever

One that isn’t pleasure

But actually pain

Beauty that will love me

Whisper in my ears that

Regardless of what I look and have

I am beautiful for ME

Its time to give this beauty a chance

Don’t you dare steal this beauty away

Don’t you dare