She

She doesn't need your comments to tell her,

If she is skinny or fat or maybe just fine

She doesn't need your comments to tell her,

That half of her life has just been a lie

She doesn't need your comments to tell her,

To get some skinny clothes,

And then the world will be hers

And by the world she means,

This social media world,

Where you comment and like,

But then say a 100 words about her behind

She asks herself when she looks in the mirror,

What is this weird obsession with perfection?

Am I not perfect and worth it?

But she wants to be seen as beautiful too

She looks at other's profiles,

And tries to dress like them

She puts on that makeup

And posts a pic and dreams of getting a 1000 likes

Internally, NO!

She doesn't want that,

And neither can she keep up

That sweet fake smile

She doesn't need your comments to tell her,

That how she should live her life

She defies your world

Cause its not her type,

But maybe all that she needs is little hope and sunshine

She will wear her oversized clothes

Cause she's imperfectly perfect

Your comments are yours,

But her life is hers.