My theatre room used to be the dance room.
As I walk in, I see the drama girls eyeing themselves in the mirrors.
The mirrors that were used to spot the imperfections
It's used to "fix" the imperfect on these drama girls
These new girls
And they are all perfect.
but I am nothing in comparison.
I identify with the weird, loud, and obnoxious.
I am the identifier,
The voice that shines out in a crowd,
the girl with curls that never fall perfectly.
But, why does it matter?
I guess I don't want to sound cliché by saying
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
but I am beautiful to me
and I don't want to identify with girls who glorify
the superficial touch of a man who loves them for their appearance.
I am loved for my personality,
never being too joyous or
or too sad.
Fierce in every facet of the word
I refuse to identify with the perfect.
I am not a criteria.
I'll shine with my own light