Beauty In The Beholder’s Try

I’m wearing too much bronzer

I’m sure you bloody noticed

I’m out on a dog walk

My hair still up in rollers

I got earrings in just to buss a shit

And my clothes hug tight and closest

I have this image of myself

Where I’m pretty and sparkly

Not bloated

No spotty skin, no yellow grin

No teeth that are sugar coated

My eyes are big, my lashes long

My legs not pocked or rubbery

But that picture rips and burns

When you’re touching me

Cos suddenly

I’m only those things I hate about myself

None of the fantasy

I’m scarred arms, I’m only good from far

I’m a melted mess in the bed sheets

And before you’ve even

Managed to make me feel beautiful

My legs meet

But I can’t explain this to you

Can’t bare the eye roll

The spoiling of the evening

Is my fault

Can’t share this

It’s no light load

I’ve just been put into my

Night mode

I’m dark all over

The brain’s infected

Under that curled and hairsprayed barnet 

My mind is hectic

Ain’t eaten all day

So under the clothes lay

Rumbling bubbles

Basically, beneath the calm surface

The water’s troubled

But you’ve been so happy today

And you ain’t even showered

Ain’t combed that hair

Or let pit sour

Achieved something 

Even if in yesterday’s clobber

A happy mood that’s proper

So how could I let hallucination

Eat that?

But for all your compliments

You’ll never beat that

Just like I pound my skin

In attempts to clear it

Just like I pray for thin

But never get near it

Just like I grow my hair

Hoping it hides my mug

Just like I’ve lost the place

All my confidence dug

The mounds are rising

In the bathroom I’m crying

Hopping on and off the scale

Hoping the weight’s just hiding

Sometimes I feel like I’m flying

Like the room starts spinning

But I can only reach so high

Before I start tipping

And even if I cushion the fall

I get up and start tripping

Some days I leave the sun-kiss

I leave the primping

Some days I see what you mean

And don’t even need hinting

Some days I want you to see me

To take a good gape

But right now, all you’ll see

Is all the things that I hate. 



By Lyric Deep.

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