She looks in the mirror,
watching, staring but not seeing,
wondering why she is not enough,
not knowing her appearence is lying.
She is enough.
She compares herself with images,
which are by all means unattainable.
And inside the beast ravages,
fighting against itself,
not knowing it is capable of love.
The beast is a mask,
of the beauty unknown,
to the master of the task,
who has sorrow in her heart.
And everyday she tries
to lift her spirit,
to see beyond the shell
and find the spark within.
Why does she cry?
Why does she search?
Why does she fie?
Why does she scrutinize?
When everyone else watches her with envy...
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Poems For The Heart
PoetryPoems for the heart. A tug on the heart can unleash a wave of emotions. Emotions that are gathered into these poems and thoughts Highest rankings: #1 in haphazard #118 in thought #146 in self care Cover credits to the owner.
