I am a girl, mere five foot four
When I was young I dreamed of more
Of slender legs and five foot ten
for the attention of a million men
Slapped in the face with perfection
everyday I felt rejection
In a world where beauty is one shade
there was nothing I would not trade
But with one deep breath I let it go
I deserve to grow and grow
So see beneath my shallow skin
and it will thicken once again
Forget the ******* the glossy page
and watch the grates lift from your cage
Although I wished with all my might
I now accept this is my height
As you age you learn to see
beauty means just being free

I met a girl with fire on her head and in her heart.
Her arms were lined with scars, curved perfectly with the Reaper's Scythe.
She was beautiful, but she didn't know it.

And isn't that the story?
A sad, beautiful little thing saved by a shining knight,
because no one cares unless you're beautiful or dying.
I am neither. So where do I belong?
A young woman- no longer a girl- never graced by lips in adoration or sympathy.
Never known love,
what is love, really?

Can't anyone tell me? Because I'm sitting inside this bricked up wall,
invisible to certainty and all the passerby.
They pass on by, pass me by, can't they see me cry?
This wall is too **** high.  
Just like the last guy.

And I was dead before I was born.
What a cold heart, I'm never warm.
I found the world, but it was broken.
I found love but it was wasted,
Like the last man I tasted.