You.

You put on your best dress,

You get your hair done,

Standing in the middle of your room

Staring at yourself,

You feel confident,

Your smile is bright,

You feel beautiful,

Your eyes darling, they shine.

 

You get out of the car and walk into the party,

Suddenly everyone is looking at you,

At every inch of you,

You start questioning yourself,

Standing in the middle of this room,

Amidst people looking breathtakingly beautiful,

Your confidence breaks,

You feel insecure,

Your smile is fake,

Your eyes, darling…they hurt.

 

You don’t enjoy anything,

You question your choices,

You catch your reflection,

And you are filled with hatred,

Hate for your body, your skin,

You hair and your freckles,

But to me darling, you are the prettiest ever,

How do I tell you

That it’s all in your head?

 

You rush back to your car,

To be in the middle of your room,

To feel confident again,

Away from the judging eyes,

Away from your insecure mind,

But you fail to see,

That someone was watching you all night,

Waiting for the right moment to come and speak,

All the girls with him where jealous of you,

Because to him you were the prettiest ever,

Just like you are to me.