Beauty

She's the perfect person,
Never worries about a date.
I'm the shadow of her
Perfection I'm lacking.
People tell her she's amazing
Look past the stabbing bones.

They look at me, than past
Personality. The only thing
They inform me I have.
Her eyes are gaunt,
Her wrists so brittle.
They tell her she's beautiful.
My eyes are bright,
You would be bale to snap
My bones.
They tell me I have a
personality.

Isn't it great?
She's shriveling before their
Eyes. Disappearing,
Pound by pound. She's sick.
They told her she's perfect.
I'm still here, my personality
Remaining. She's beautiful,
They tell me.
Why aren't I?

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