When she was little
she wore pink sparkly dresses
and sang at the top of her lungs
and hoped someone would notice.
But no one did.
No one watched her twirl
No one smiled and swooped her up
And told her she was a princess
told her she was daddy’s little girl
told her how beautiful she was.
No one showed her every day
how much she was worth
how precious she was
and she didn’t feel like daddy’s little girl.
When she got older
she stopped singing
she stopped wearing sparkly dresses
instead she wore makeup.
She stopped hoping she’d be daddy’s girl.
She couldn’t hide her confusion
behind a mask of foundation.
Her eyeliner didn’t keep anyone from seeing
the pain lingering in her eyes.
She still didn’t feel beautiful
when she looked in the mirror
she saw brokenness, not beauty.
She didn’t know how valuable she was
and she went after all the boys
because she was desperate
to know she mattered to someone
but they didn’t know her worth either
or their own.
They needed her to be what they needed
something she could never be
and they could never be what she needed either
so one by one they broke her heart.
If you looked hard enough
you’d see the shattered pieces
reflected in her gaze
And she still didn’t know
she was beautiful.
If you tell her she is lovely
she will give you that sad smile
and say nothing
but her eyes give her away.
She doesn’t believe you
because you are only one positive voice
that doesn’t stand against the tide
of negative voices
that have lied her whole life
and crushed her soul.
She’s an empty shell
needing something to fill her
but she can’t find it anywhere.
She comes home nights
until she finally falls asleep.
She wishes she could
to be valuable
Little does she know
she already is
that she is worth