Message Of the victim

They uttered nothing
But I could read those eyes…..
those eyes once had lauded my beauty
are now retreating to descry my face

humble words have no meaning at all
when the eyes don’t reflect their trace
someone can write pages on a looker
but countenance devotes the best

I was tired being said everything will be okay
I knew those consolations were futile
the castle of my dream was slivered so hard
there wasn’t any brick of hope to reconcile

I was told not to look at a mirror
in front of which I had spent hours at one time
It took me too long to defy my guts
and confront my fate with a new regime

The acid they threw burnt my skin
they wanted me to die in that pain
but least they knew about my nerve
I could neck all the pain and still sustain

A victim I became, left with no charm
but ohh gentle men believe my words
appeal of a woman is her beautiful heart
the face you carve for is as perishable as yours