In my eyes...

In my eyes...
Current mood:  inspired
Category: Writing and Poetry

She's confused,
She feels used,
and doesn't understand,
Why the world isn't anymore bland.
There's no mystery to the question that she asks the cold and unforgiving world,
If it were she like many before her may get hurt,
and be bitter to those around her.
Then time seems to blur.
She moves on,
then she sees all her "friends" are gone.
She understands then her choices,
didn't satisfy her inner voices.
After ward she'll feel trapped again,
not by others but herself.
She then will place her heart and real self up on the highest shelf.
Hide what's inside even deeper and doesn't understand why the world doesn't see it.
But the world doesn't give a shit,
and is always changing.
What is loved one day is hated the next.
So, a question arises
If you want to feel beautiful why ask me?
I'm not a genie,
here to grant the three wishes of your dreams;
then again nothing ever seems,
to make sense any more.
So we dive in an ocean hoping to wash up on another's shore
I have but one wish for you,
and that is to do;
all I can to help you feel special and beautiful inside & out,
so you can shout,
"Here I am see me now!"
The world will wonder how,
she ever made it.
If you feel that you are beautiful in one way,
then become that form of beauty and say,
in the mirror once or more a day,
"I am beautiful inside and out,
and no one is about,
to change me for some one I don't want to be."
Then my wish will have been granted and no more will she have need of me
to help her see,
how beautiful she really is.
She sees nothing but the abyss,
of the unknown.
That has never had any light to have shone.
No more will you feel this way,
if you say,
"I am beautiful"