You don't know your beauty,
It's deep within the surface,
You could tell your heart,
Somethings can't be seen with eyes,
And your shine within could surely blind them.
You don't know your beauty,
You think its hunger,
You think its pain,
You don't have to scratch the surface,
Only to discover a shallow smile.
They don't see the pain,
Just cry at movie scenes,
Just curse the villain,
But they don't realize,
If we were a movie,
They'd be cursing themselves.
They don't know your worth,
You don't have to change a thing,
They could lend a heart to see,
Their mundane mind can't beat your authentic,
Fuck the world, you're great.
YOU ARE READING
I Wrote It All For Me
PoetryPoems. For myself, of my moods, my life, just me and my feelings. Most of them are fictious (or are they?). I'll leave it to you readers, let your imagination wander.
