✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

She's insecure, 

especially when with me.

She's insecure, 

she's always wrapping her arms around her knees.

She's insecure, 

she wished people wouldn't see, 

how she sees herself.

She sleeps on a pillow drenched in her own tears

Diet pills surround her, just like all the people around her.

She's full of doubts and fears,

but you won't ever see her tears.

She's great at pretending she's alright.

She's great at hiding in plain sight.

She only cries at night.

Where the moonlight reflects off of her tears,

creating something beautiful like the sparkling stars.

How does she get rid of these insecurities?

These things she calls,

"Impurities."

How does she get rid of all her worries?

Just for people to consider her somewhat pretty.

When will she be enough for society,

who never seems to get enough.

She was beautiful yesterday, and ugly today. 

Things never remain, 

they always seem to change,

even beauty fades.

But, she still keeps all her worries to herself,

her very own personal hell.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

AUTHOR'S NOTE

You're beautiful, no matter what. ♡