Behind the freckles and the foggy glass
stands a young face yet old soul.
Her eyes don't settle, not to be crass
but rather sees things as a whole.
A piercing smile is on her eyes,
and on her lips as well.
She stands up tall and doesn't shy,
she learned from when she fell.
What makes her beautiful you may ask
is something deep inside.
She wears herself without a mask
and vows to never hide.
She sees the crooked backs of those
who hide by hunching down.
She wonders why they love that pose
their heads have lost their crowns.
She stares into the foggy mirror
and makes a promise all alone,
to never be a hidden blur
she's perfect on her own.