White soul, dark thoughts,
Body beautiful but, covered with scars
Eyes shine but, with tears
As the flaw looms over beauty.
Like evil over morality.
Every day the mirror witnesses,
the discontented eyes,
as the body remains flawed,
but not more than the heart,
a heart which sees beauty in others,
but never accepts, own.
Happiness conditional desires unconditional.
Magnificent smile, but to disguise the pain
every night pillow senses the rain
Love for everyone but, themselves
Why is it so hard to love oneself?
-D_R
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