Everyone strives to be beautiful. But, honestly, what is beautiful? Beautiful used to be someone who was loving, who was caring and had a beautiful heart. Someone who told the truth but never hurt others. Someone who never got caught up in gossip অথবা drama. Someone who, no matter what was happening in their life, was always there for someone else who had it worse. Now, beauty has big boobs, is stick-thin and wears 5 lbs. of make up. Now, beautiful is someone who has name-brand clothes, the best phone and tons of friends. Beautiful is a 'perfect' body. Beautiful is photo-shopped long lashes and clear skin. Now, beauty doesn't matter what's on the inside. I wish we could all go back to when beautiful was our moms sitting on the পালঙ্ক with us in pajamas, no make up, when we were five. I miss those days. This is a sick, messed up world. And I can't stand it.

Bottled up inside
Are the words I never said‚
The feelings that I hide‚
The lines আপনি never read.

আপনি can see it in my eyes‚
Read it on my face:
Trapped inside are lies
Of the past I can't replace.

With memories that linger-
Won't seem to go away.
Why can't I be happier?
Today's a brand-new day.

Yesterdays are over‚
Even though the hurting's not.
Nothing lasts forever‚
I must cherish what I've got.

Don't take my প্রণয় for granted‚
For soon it will be gone-
All আপনি ever wanted
Of the প্রণয় আপনি thought you'd won.

The hurt I'm feeling now
Won't disappear overnight‚
But someway‚ somehow‚
Everything will turn out all right‚

No আরো wishing for the past.
It wasn't meant to be.
It didn't seem to last‚
So I have to set him free.

This is not mine‚ it was written দ্বারা Melissa Collette