How often do we compare and find our own worth little?
Phrases like 'why me' and 'I wish' are life's common riddle
But to hide who you are is a sad way to go about
What if she wasn't afraid to let her true personality out?
She used to be a sunny, happy girl who focused on giving
But as the days got colder and longer she no longer felt like living.
She compared herself to fake beauty hoping for a favor.
She clung desperately to the idea that society could save her.
Little did she know the effect her smile had.
She thought that without it, the world wouldn't be that bad
She couldn't see her worth, the worth of her soul
Because pleasing society was now her ultimate goal.
Now she goes about with a shattered soul, a broken heart,
A contagious hole, a missing part
Souls. I tried to tell her that hers was worth the time of day.
Broken, fragile, shattered, cracked, yet beautiful still in every way.
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