Am I beautiful in your eyes yet?
by Alexandra Connell
There is a patch of hair
Ripped from my scalp
Because I just needed to tear something after a while.
There are bags under my eyes
Large enough to store a week's worth of groceries
Because of my sleepless nights.
There isn't much color in my complexion;
I'm as pale as my paperwork
Because I haven't seen the light of day in weeks.
Do you think I am pretty now?
I've done what you've asked of me
And this is who I've become.
So tell me that I am beautiful
Because this is just how you wanted me.