New Eyes

You opened my book 
And I showed you all my pages
I showed you the pages that were nothing but scribbles and lines
But still I hoped you wanted to read on
But you didn't

You ripped out the rest of the pages
Not caring what happened next
My pages were delicate and scathed  
You showed me that my strength would always waver.

But now I’m just a girl, just like the ones before,
And just like the ones after
Its funny how beauty dies 
The second someone tells you it does.

But now I see the new eyes of a girl who once was me.