You held this picture next to yours and cried, on the impossibility, you choked, and shield your eyes from the light. deny the truth to yourself,
the mirror lies and you tear yourself apart. you cannot fit this mold. you pray to change (and are answered with) silence. there is no recognition.
in time you will realize there is more then just their smiles.
in time the sets will come crashing down on you. in time you will realize that I cannot live your (dream) Im not here to tear you down I just want you to realize that you are beautiful. can you define beauty?
because it seems its already been defined for us. the pictures, theyre everywhere, you couldnt look away even if you tried. ninety percent of it isnt even real, its retouched and altered, your eyes, your beautiful inside, please dont do this to yourself.