She looks in the mirror
Seeing something she doesn’t like 
She tries to fix it
Though it was never broken 

On the contrary
It was beautiful
Intricate
What I️ would call perfect 

But it was broken to her
Because of
Every magazine
Every cruel joke
Every mean word
Every celebrity diet 
Everything she’s ever known 

She fights her hardest 
To be perfect 
But it’s never enough 
Fight too hard
 and you’re called a twig 
Not hard enough 
and you’re fat
...

Billions of people 
With lives just as complex as yours
With stories just as insane as yours
With hardship just as stressful as yours
But all that concerns us is ‘me’
When you glance at someone walking by in a store 
The first thing you think of isn’t whether their happy, what their story is, or how they’re doing 
It’s you, always you.

So quick to judge
So fast to place blame
I need to take a moment
Put myself in their shoes

While they may be in the wrong 
It isnt as easy as black and white
It all lays in that grey area

In that grey area
It all takes place
They know not
Of the harm they inflict

It’s just one big grey area.