Today in class
The teacher asked a question
What is beauty?

While the others raised their hands
Wanting to give an answer
An answer that was far from honest
But would please the teacher

I ducked my head
Hiding from the searching eyes
I wasn't ready to show my vulnerability yet

My name was called
It echoed in the room
Or was it my head

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Am I supposed to be this tall?
I don't know about that
But I think I am fat
One, two, three
Is that a pimple I see?

Beauty was not my life
I was no Beauty
More of a Beast
Yet here I was
I had to answer for the sweet girl

Honesty is the best policy
I opened my heart and poured it out
I drowned in the feelings

Beauty is our own perception
It is in everything
It just takes different eyes
To see different types