People walk by on the streets, 

Judging me,

Picking me apart just by my looks. 

It doesn't bother me. I welcome it. 

I may not look like their definition of 

pretty,

smart,

or talented, 

but there is one thing I have, that I notice most people do not:

a smile. 

Without looking 

pretty

smart

or talented,

those people on the streets know that I am happy. 

That is something they can not tell me to change. 

My smile is my flawless message. 

I choose to stand out. 

I choose to smile. 

I choose happiness.