I try to tell myself it’s ok
Don’t be vain, it is His way.
Kids are harsh with bold words and stares
I tell myself I don’t really care
It’s just not true thought I try
Understanding disconnects from the eye
It could be worse I suppose
Maybe I don’t want your nose
Science can always help me change
But I’m picky with rearrange
What if I like it less?
Then I’m in a bigger mess
Plus my heart is still in tact
That reflects the way I act
I think I will just hope it’s the truth
Never mind misinformed youth
Adults are not much kinder
Whispers are a loud reminder
No I don’t look like most
And if I did I wouldn’t boast
When a soul is ugly but packaged nice
There comes a time it pays a price.
I have work inside to do
Hopefully it will shine through
Beautiful inside and out
Is what it is ALL about
My dream to be all that and more
Is up to He who opens the door.
I’ll put my sadness in a box
And hope the key to which it locks
Will be the one that opens the way
For complete beauty, bliss, and happiness each and every day. -trvw