Outside

There was this woman,
so beautiful and small,
but no one ever listened
and she often felt like a doll.
Being dragged around
powerless and voiceless
but perfect on the outside.
Is that the price one must pay these days?
To be perceived as perfect.
Do you have to lose everything?
If so, then it’s better to be ugly
And leave it all behind
After all, there is no world without our minds.