My Beauty Lies Elsewhere



What does that mean?

To have no scars, to have no fault

To fit a mold, perfect and clean

To please the aesthetic senses

Especially the sight.

I am not flawless, it remains a rare jewel

I have yet to possess.

But my chips and scrapes don’t faze me

My desire for perfection does not make me

I don’t need a mirror to tell me

I am secure within myself

I am strong against your mirrors and idols

My beauty lies elsewhere

Of perfection I do not care

My faults are apart of me

They make me who I am

I am strong. 

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