Flipping through the pictures of perfection,
As though it's the reasoning for your rejection,
Asking yourself, why can't that be me,
Hoping that no one with ever see,
A skipped meal there,
An unexpected stare,
As if the answers lie between the pages,
The same thing goes for all ages,
It's the starvation,
A friend's salvation,
Never seeing the beauty within,
So you starve yourself thin.
