Women

Why did you never call me beautiful?

Why was it always her?

Why did you compare us daily

Why were neither of us ever enough

Did you know that she would starve herself?

Did you know that I would hurt myself?

Did you think you'd make us enemies?

There are things that she will never tell you,

Things that I will never say out loud

She has secrets I have scars

we're alike and both to proud

we don't say what we both know.

preventing this was possible

if you had even tried

all you had to do was love us

instead of changing who we were inside

It is late now

The darkness is here

The damage is too much to take

and all you had to do was say

we were beautiful.