This girl
she's broken.

beautiful, they call her;
esquisite, even.
but when she sees herself,

she weeps.

never perfect.
never enough.
never
even
close.

This girl,
she's lost.

confident, they call her
loud even
but when she's alone,
her defenses fall,
the game is up.

she weeps.

This girl,
she's falling.

They say she soars.
They say she's got it down.
They say the world's at her feet.
They say there's nothing she can't do.

Well,
they're wrong.
She can see that.

She can see
she will never be perfect.
she will never be enough.
Never
even
close.

And she weeps.

This girl,
she's confined.

Limits, they give her
they spring traps
until it's no longer
her life.

Any desire to
be confident,
to soar,
dies.

But she still
yearns
to be beautiful.

She tries.

She knows it's within her power.

But yet,
she knows she
can't
do
it.

But she must.
She must be beautiful.

for one reason alone.

This girl,
she's lucky.

Beautiful, he says.
Confident, he says.
Soaring, he says.

And when he says it,

she believes it,

and she weeps.

When all else fails in her life,
he is there.

He is her rock,
her tie to the world.

He brings her back
into reality
and makes everything
sparkle.

This girl, she appreciates it.
He makes her
better.

He's turned her life around.
He's done what no other could.
He's brought her to life.

This boy, he loves her.
and recognizes her
for all that she's worth.
for all that she has to give.

This girl,
she loves him too.

And that makes all the difference.