I see them as they pass me by
Glaring in their greed.
Some, however, stare up in awe,
As if I’m the answer to their prayers.
Awe gives in to hate
They want to be
Me.
My cheeks are flushed with rose
Lips painted deepest red
My eyes are wide and ocean blue
Skin, the palest shimmer of moonlit dread.
Flawless and beautiful
But, beauty’s only skin deep.
I’m afraid to say,
Everyone else is beautiful
Not me.
