Get over it

Her bright blue eyes go wide 
the pure baby looks at the world 
no evil nor pain, just love 
that child is now slowly decaying 
she gazes into the mirror she sees herself 
Gross, gross why gross! 
Tight clothes, long hair… High heels and makeup 
she stares into the mirror… Waits, 
Waiting, waiting, waiting 
where is the pure child 
the child filled with love 
gone… Get over it 
she’s holding back a tsunami of emotion don’t let them know you felt this way
 she doesn’t want to lose the respect they treated her with 
or did they ever 
beauty. Is. pain
 get over it 
she looks for a group to walk with 
Heaven knows you can’t walk alone 
she doesn’t like these people 
they curse, make dirty jokes and make fun of her 
she thinks for a minute  
she knows she shouldn’t hang out with them but they are the popular kids 
she just wants people to like her 
she takes each comment, assumption, opinion, strange look…  
she can’t defend herself with each comment 
her self esteem plummets 
why am I not good enough 
get over it 
it’s not popular to be depressed 
be happy on the outside 
as the beautiful baby is dying on the inside she looks into the mirror each day 
she is not recognizing that girl 
the girl with the long blonde hair 
the girl that cares cares 
Cares about her appearance so 
So much it hurts 
each day she loses a part of herself 
she stops 
Puts her hair in a bun 
removes her makeup 
puts on sweats and slippers 
that girl is standing 
she recognizes her self 
she’s beautiful in every way 
she walks out into the crowded Hall 
the girls
 make up,  tight clothes, heels, long hair 
the girls call her many names 
none are good
 she asked them to stop 
the girls tell her to get over it 
you can’t get over it 
she will always think she’s ugly 
Ten years later that girl is 26 
her husband 
he has to remind her every day 
that she is beautiful 
get over it 
I. Will. Never
 get over it