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 ...