Different

I am beautiful

I tell myself every day

whispers at my back

questioning stares

wondering why?

why am I different?

 

I am beautiful

I lie into the mirror

because seeing is believing

and nobody sees

invisible tears asking

why am I different?

 

I am beautiful

tall and thin and blonde

but not perfect

not like everyone else

I still wonder

why am I different?

 

I am different

acceptance

for the first time

smiling in photographs

because I am different

and different is beautiful

This poem is about: 
Me

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