My skin isn’t so pretty up close,
But you should see my heart.
Awake from insecure dreams and,
Combing my emotional closet for,
The sexiest personality, I can stretch,
Onto my utterly huge tender human heart.
No! Today I am me, and my chest peaks with,
Genuineness, the need to contact you, and,
The only way, is to be truly totally me,
Beneath these petty thoughts anyways, I feel so pretty.
Where are these models of gorgeousness and grace,
Only seen them digitally, never a breathing face.
Yet, we obsess with a plastic image,
Disposing of our true heritage, of
Realness and sweetness so unique,
You can light a grey room with luminous mystique.
One true friend, seeing my insecure heart, neurotic mind,
Way Beyond a thousand people friends to my costume. Costume.