The True Meaning of Beauty

I look in the mirror and judge what I see I stare at the outside and assume that it's me I wish to be different to change how I look but I hide what I'm feeling I'm a locked and closed book the comments I'm given have driven me here I'm afraid of rejection and chained down with fear The weight of exhaustion creeps up in the night I'm searching and searching but I can't find the light I'm fighting a battle I must choose a side I struggle to regain the acceptance that's died I'm finding out slowly what appearances bring you won't always be happy it can come with a sting I'm far from my victory I'm wet with tears cried but I know that a cover doesn't match what's inside No, it's not defined by the rich and the snooty I'm starting to realize the true meaning of beauty