The winds blow from over the hill
It’s like the world has gone still
Even after using makeup from your chin to your forehead
This looming beast demands to be fed
The thing most people don’t notice
Will make you go insane
Why does it suddenly rain?
Maybe the sky is weeping
For the young girls who refuse to be eating,
The girls who stare at the mirror for far too long,
The girls who think everything about them is wrong
Each one of us crafted uniquely,
From your face to your eyes
It stays with you until your old and wise
So why is it that what makes us extraordinary
Is the same thing we hold like a burden we carry
We try so hard to erase,
Try to make up a new face
Each crease is a reminder you smiled,
Each imperfection is one of a kind
So please keep this in mind:
Don’t change to make others pleased,
Because you might find that your true self has been seized
Stick to what is true,
Since that’s what makes you, you
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