Everytime I close my eyes I see my beauty mark..
Not the beauty portrayed on the outside
Nor the one that can be snatched easily with depression and anxiety
But my beauty is shown within my words
The way I communicate my emotions with a notepad and a puzzled mind
Others might say the beauty comes from my body
Or maybe just because I'm pretty
But my looks do not define me
My beauty is shown through my talent
I am underrated and determined
I communicate my emotions with a soft heart and some paper
You cannot define me.