when are you beautiful when youre makeup and hair is place
when the size of youre wrist is the size of waist
when youve tried everything to be chanaged about youreself to fit in the famous phase .
when youre close minded, and negartive
dead rather then alive ?
when are we beautiful
when youre completely torn apart , including that fragile thing called a heart
when you have no where to lay youre head at night but you still find something beautiful about that sunrise
you still find that reason to get up and enjoy your
unplanned ,undecided, complicated, unlovable. wish i could fix one thing, soon gunna end unremarkable ,incredible ,perfect, still exsiting the time is ticking life
when are we beautiful?
when we can say we been through hurricanes, tornadoes , homless , verbal, mental, and physical abuse have asked the questions whats the use ?
without the makeup
without the pumps
without the sneakers
without the millions of dollars
without the mansion
because we all know with all that coverd on us appearance isnt everything we can end up knowing some ugly people
.when are we beautiful ?