They tell you that at least you’re pretty,
with a tone that sounds like pity,
or maybe an awarding of a consolation prize.
For there’s unrecognizable pain in your eyes,
and lately you have no time to worry about your size.
Some tell you not to care what others think.
They don’t realize you often feel on the brink.
You quit caring about thoughts, just authentic feelings, a long time ago.
But, you had no clue what life would throw – to charge and heighten every part of you.
You keep doing what little you can,
Being a wife and mother, with a plan.
You’re getting accustomed to cleaning up the ashes,
After murders happen,
Babies perish,
People die,
Crowds watch,
and you turn into a roadside attraction.
All while people’s love quickly fades,
comes to light,
or just flashes…