won’t tell you

(a poem)

she looks like this beautiful goddess.
with makeup on her face,
no circles ‘round her eyes.
her body just like they want it to be-
her face, tearless
attitude seemingly fearless.
she looks beautiful
pretty and merciful.
she always says she’s alright.
she always says so.

but in her mind,
there’s no light, no quiet.
just noise reaching her ears,
her mind fully in tears.
no beauty to what they see under the surface.
but you know,
they’ve told her what she should be like.
that her purpose is to impress guys.

she’s starving herself
cutting all her sorrows
she doesn’t feel like an angel.
she just looks like one.
but nobody knows.
and nobody cares.

she says
‘nothing’s wrong, i’m fine’
but all this time,
we’ve been blind.
we destroyed the real beauty.
and we still don’t notice the sorrow
inside her eyes.
she’s doing all this in vain,
and it drives her insane.
but apparently, beauty is pain.

she won’t tell you
all the things she goes through
to create that image.
and the fact that she’s doing it for you
and not for herself,
is lost in translation.

she just stares at all the walls suffocating her.
nothing to make her stop.
doesn’t dress for herself.
doesn’t eat for herself.
doesn’t drink for herself.
she doesn’t live for herself.
she does it for you.
all her efforts, for you.
all her actions, to impress you.

'cause she thinks she has to.

so it's your chance,

to tell her she's beautiful-

without the mask,

without any effort.

there's no perfect skintone

no perfect height.

no perfect number on any scale.

have beauty on the inside.

<3 know that you're loved

-elixir