Candence

In this culture I am just the meat for vultures to pick until

My beauty shows for your glossy covers and in the classy circles smother

Have I nothing more to give

And I would rather starve than lose this body

I would rather starve than lose your acceptance

I need your love

I just need someone's approval

To put me back again

Is this skin all you want

Are aesthetics all you need

Is this where I stand

My eyes will always show my empty soul

As you divert you eyes to my body

(It's nothing to you, but it matters to me)

I'm nothing to you but this shell that you see

Rotting flesh for your eyes

Wilting beauty for every goddamn girl to compare to

Dear god, why can't I be

Dear god, why can't I be more like him, more like her

More or less like you