When perfection is plastic, and beauty is pain,
And personality is viewed as a crutch,
The world is construed, and I am so proud
I have vitrue even Photoshop can't touch.
My smile is genuine, happy and warm,
My laugh is contagious as well.
I listen to people, because I love hearing stories,
I keep secrets, I won't ever tell.
I'm loving, ambitious, compassionate and witty,
Sarcastic, and a little mysterious.
I'm loyal to my friends, I give good advice,
And I ask random questions when curious.
I'm outgoing and adventurous, I like doing stupid things,
I'm truthful, I speak my mind.
I'm romantic and sweet, quick on my feet,
And impatient when waiting in lines.
I'm intelligent and unique, I sing in my sleep,
I'm talented at improvisation.
My English is advanced, I write down ideas,
And I'm also a poetic sensation.
Media is corrupt, appearance isn't my worth,
I've got something called inner beauty.
I follow my dreams, and I wouldn't want to be,
Anybody else but me.