Beauty is in the detail 

Not the retail

More than a pretty face

Why can't you tell?

 

The shallowness of your eyes sees my disguise

The outer me

So when our friendship is tested, 

You still fail

 

The true me lies beyond the surface 

Yet you don't bother to search

Now I ask questions:

Am I even worth it?

 

I know I'm not perfect

Perfection is overrated

I know what I am

Artistry in the making

 

No need for touch ups or color

The art of me is more than a visual

The intricacies of my soul

I am art because I am unusual

 

I have many flaws

They can't be counted but I know them all

Every one is a stroke of a brush

A signature that no one can draw