You know you’re not just bones and skin
You should be happy with the body you’re in
From the sorrow behind your eyes we’d find
The wonderful thoughts that fill your mind
The way your small hands used to create
And sometimes destroy the things you make
How your feet would walk for miles around
And your mouth would smirk whenever you frowned
How you had tattoos on your skin to hide the scars
And I’d squeeze your hand when we watched the stars
Maybe we were born with sadness in our blood
And sorrow in our veins, and I never understood
Why your smile didn’t reach your eyes
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful despite their lies
Your heart was tough and your palms were rough
And maybe these words could never be enough
To make you love what you see as a flaw
I only hope one day you’ll know
That you’re not just bones and skin
You should be happy with the body you’re in
By Jonathan Whyatt