Half the Price of Beauty

I wrote this because I had a lot of self-esteem issues growing up. It seemed that I was the only one because I was a guy. I'd only heard about girls have issues with how they looked so I never really said anything. I became a pretty boy and focused on my looks, everything was about how I looked. I started working out and I stopped eating and I was never really comfortable with me.

Half the Price of Beauty

I'm hungry, but I don't want to eat

I'm okay, it's just my standards I have to meet

these facial supplies make my face hurt

but they are the only thing that works

these close feel uncomfortable to me

but beauty is not what can't but can see.

I got these expensive shoes and I don't even like them

they say only girls think about this stuff, but so do men

Half the shoes I wear are not my size, they hurt my feet

but that's okay, because it's my standards I have to meet

My head is burning from all the chemicals I put in it

in the chair, I cried and almost threw a fit

I wear tank tops and short sleeves because I have to look good, even in the rain

But that's okay, because Beauty shows no Pain.

I can't and won't leave out the house until I look just right

I don't wake up looking this good though some might

I would love to one day be comfortable with me.

But not now

I have to fix my hair somehow

if people only knew 

the things I do to look good for you

it's hard trying to stay in style

people think I'm happy because the sun is in my smile

what they don't see is the inside, the rain

but that's okay, because Beauty shows no Pain