your body

I hate the mirror sometimes,

because it only gives half of the story.

It'll never give a reflection of white blood cells,

tirelessly fighting of an over growth of bacteria and 

ceiling off the area exactly, instead you'll just see 

a white head and some acne!

See....

When you look at the mirror,

what did you grow up believing was beautiful,

did you believe that your barbie's doll body was amazing,

sorry to say,

but underneath that plastic smile, you will find plastic arteries

and plastic veins, heartless figurines created by heartless companies

created fictionalized fairy tales of what's beautiful, what's beautiful..

Is that one second your lungs takes a rest before you take your next breath.

What's beautiful..

Is each of the contracting muscles that pull the tips of your lips back enough until you smile..

What's beautiful..

The next time your souls in defeat asks the soles of feet, 

what is feels like to be stepped on your whole life?