beautifully made

Tears drip down as she stares at her reflection unaware
All she sees is a body with flaws
while everyone else stares in awe,
enchanted by her beauty
ignorant of the way,
she wastes away each dying day.
trying to be what she is not,
Her mind stops as it picks apart
every imperfection like it's an art,
as her eyes glide down her delicate form
for she only sees the way she's conformed
to societies way of looking the norm,
she wishes she would've known
that confidence is supplied by her alone
she was beautiful before
she is beautiful now if only she could realize how,
How much of her life she's wasted away
to just now realize she was beautifully made.

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