ME

Brushstrokes of foundation,

Mascara fibers made to tower;

My best fake smile

And honeyed words slathered over

These people who have never even stopped...

To see ME.

I of "no great significance"

Have a worth so great, it's sharp.

My words of power and intelligence

Sound sweeter than a harp.

Though they see me as worthless through a shallow camera lens,

I am ME.

I am poetry and voice

And green eyes with depth great.

I am a runner and a dancer

When my drive takes physical shape.

"Just another pretty face, just a girl, unimportant."

No, ME.

They cannot see my strength,

My beauty, and my warrior's heart,

But when I shed the mask, step from the lens

Then they'll surely start.

"What is she doing? That does not conform!" Of course not...

She's ME.