More: a poem

I know a girl who is wrong.
She thinks her beauty is made
Up of the numbers on a scale,
But that scale number is
Far too high for her liking.
She thinks that what 
That boy did to her once 
Is something she will never move past, 
It defines her because who is to blame 
But herself when she never said no.
She thinks the darkness in 
Her mind is too dark to 
Put on anyone else’s shoulders, 
She’s supposed to be the stable one,
So better keep the tears silent.

I know she is so much more then that.

She is my definition of beautiful.
She is so much more then numbers,
Then what we are conditioned to think
Is beauty because unless you like yourself, 
At the end of the day, 
Numbers mean shit. 
She is my definition of unshaken.
She is so much more then the victim, 
Then the poison of someone’s actions,
Because everyday she goes on
Without letting the hate consume her.
She is my definition of strong.
She is so much more then her depression,
Then this picture of brokenness
She is afraid to show,
Because she fights on relentlessly.