She was young
She was kind
she was lovely
and had a right mind

She was a happy child
Golden within
her temper was mild
and smiles were flippant

Her skin was fair
her eyes were blue
She had golden hair
and happiness through and through

Her parents adored her
everyone too
She was their world
as everyone knew

As the days passed
and years as well
She became more beautiful
and lived in her own hell

Many people stared
many people gawked
Her face was a mirror
when her innocence was lost

She never told anyone
No one seemed to care
Because she had bright blue eys
and long golden hair

This is both beautiful and sad!

Wow. This is a very powerful write, and commentary.

It reminds me of something I saw posted years ago on the subject of "Beauty," and how an individual's pain can be easily unseen or unattended to simply because one is outwardly seen as "Beautiful"
...leaving him or her in a state of isolation.

This could sum up modern society and the standards of beauty quite well. Nice write.

This Ouch, oh ouch. Beauty is not the only skin deep here. Scars don't always show, yet it feels as though they are glaringly obvious. You did a great job with bringing the depth to the surface.

Loved this write, well done.

{{{writer_girl}}}

Now, try the entire thing with "ugly", instead of "beautiful". Then you get what my point would be.

Absolutely...The implications of "lookism" are far reaching, hardly specific to one group of people. I hear you

Awww, that's kinda sad