I have an average face with average features and he is unaware of my immense passion for writing

I have pale skin with too many freckles and he doesn't know how much I love the creation and beauty of art

I am strangely quiet and awkwardly coy when I'm around new people but he doesn't know how brazenly blissful I am when I sing

I have small feet and I'm a little bit too short and he doesn't know how enthralled I become as I amble through the brilliance of nature

My hands are too small for my chubby fingers and he doesn't know how elegantly I play the guitar, piano or flute

My head is oddly shaped and my hairs too frizzy but he doesn't know how much I enjoy the splendidness of reading a good book

I am clumsy and often trip over my own two feet but he doesn't know I love to move my body freely with dance

I bite the inside of my lip and fidget incessantly when I'm nervous but he doesn't see the intensity of kindness and understanding inside me

I enjoy being alone entirely too much but he doesn't see that I am alone

He sees me
But he doesn't see me