A piece I wrote yesterday. Too sad to talk about the shootings today, so I'll post poetry
What if I knew I was beautiful?
I walk in shadows, because I’m afraid to stand in the light
I cover up my mirrors, because I can’t bear to see the sight
I hate my body, because it won’t look the way they say it must
I agonize over compliments, because in me, I no longer trust
I shrink from parties, because I feel like I’m just such a freak
I tremble at compliments, because there’s no crueler word than unique
I cry at rejection, because it seems like I’ll never find my way
I curse the dawn and wonder if it will ever be my day
But if I knew I was beautiful? What if I knew I was fine?
What if the world was an awesome place? What if I believed I’d shine?
I’d walk quite proudly, with the sun as my spotlight
I’d kiss my mirror and marvel at the lovely sight
I’d love my body, and I’d treat as I know I must
I’d take every compliment, honored in other’s trust
I’d go to parties, and I’d love being a bit of a freak
I’d bless the stars, that made me awesome and unique
I’d laugh at rejection, because I know I’ll find another way
I’d cheer the dawn, and look forward to another day
So why can’t I know I’m beautiful? Why can’t I feel fine?
Why can’t this world be a better place? Why can’t I believe I shine?
All the messages breaking me down, I wish I could turn it all around
What if I knew I was beautiful?