Alone

I sit and stare at my callused hands

Hands too harsh, too thin to be beautiful

Slender hands tangle through wiry hair

I sit and ponder how the world would be with a different mind set

what i would change

What is the true definition of beauty

the way one thinks

the things one believes

I believe

if the worlds mind set could be changed

so many young women wouldnt gain eating disorders

more people would be proud

more people would be happy

So I sit 

writting this all down

and fold my wishes

my deisre for change, into a tiny boat

and let it sail on the tears of those who wish the same