I walked into school today.
Saw a girl in the bathroom crying,
Looking in the mirror,
Nothing but disgust and dispair on her face.
Lonely and friendless,
I watched as the girl cried.
I watched as she wished for a 
New face, new body.
Wished for a friend, for someone to care.
I watched as she looked at her reflection,
and dried her tears and fixed her hair.
A look of dread and exhaustion when she
shouldered her bag. 
Before she left I said to her,
"You're beautiful. Inside and out."

The saddest thing about it,
is how she mattered less,
because her brilliant soul
had not been paired with
the type of pretty face that is accepted.