You are late to every event, <br />in the mirror you stare, <br />minutes quickly turn into hours, <br />but you don't seem to care, <br />your boyfriend thinks your beautiful, <br />you are daddy's angel too, <br />why you are constantly so down on yourself, <br />they obviously don't have a clue, <br />your lover tries to cheer you up, <br />there goes a brand new ring, new clothes, new shoes, even a bit of bling, <br />what he doesn't get is material objects don't mean a thing, <br />you are really hurt on the inside that you don't like women in magazines, <br />they are so perfect in appearance, <br />their hair falls just right, <br />all the guys love them around the world so you will never meet their criteria right? <br />One thing that you can't see in a magazine model is this thing called truth, <br />they are dressed up like politicians to make them look like they have it all together, <br />they try to pretend like they can't hear or see the truth, <br />Like Helen Keller, <br />Every night they close their eyes they wish they could be normal like you, <br />have kids, a husband, a house and even eat regular foods too, so don't ever doubt who you are because magazines are not real, but you are living in reality and I wanted you to know Perception kills...<br /><br />Jesse Pickens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-deception-of-perception/
