I cry, I frown, I aggravate, I shout
She laughs, she smiles, she simplifies and rejoices aloud
She is totally different from me
Se lives in me but is always free

When I frighten, she enlighten
with every step she brighten
she is a child in me
full of glee

when I become quiet in sadness
she does all work in quite Madness
what I deceive, is her believe
This bond is what makes us unique

We take different trains from the same station
My every work is a subject to her allegation
our roads don't match, but our destinations do
I don't know why her clumsiness is better than my neatness to

We both are one unit
I am a misfit, she is a nit wit
But, I lack the charisma she has
yet I am learning the way she act as

So what, we take different paths
we reach the same parks
Hurry up, I need to end this poem
to stop her playing from a toy lion...

Was it boredom or curiosity
Clearly the click bait worked,
Look where I am
Staring at the so called “World’s prettiest girls”
Just to see if maybe...

I guess I was too ambitious
Hoping to find myself seen as anything close to
Beautiful. All I saw was
Light skin and blonde hair
Blue eyes that screamed “love me.”

I stare at my mirror
Wonder when I’ll ever see myself,
Enough to be called “pretty.”
Maybe I don’t want that though,
Maybe I just want “enough.”

they ask me nothing of myself,
nothing of my mind,
nothing of my values,
nothing of my morals,
but speaking of themselves is easy,

my appearance may be part of who I am, but it does not define me

If i
with my
strength,
my valour,
my quiet,
my flaws
and my imperfections
do not look
beautiful to you,
will i with
my well streaked eyeliner,
rose lips
and silk hair?
No, my dear!
That is anything
but Beauty.