Rose Colored Glasses
This smile I wear, these jokes I make
The clothes I do on, and the time I take
To make you see, who you think you know
Not this girl inside that I refuse to show
My name is Jessica, I am 24 years of age
I play this part and act it out on this stage
This world that has cast me as the girl of adversity
The caramel skinned female who is too small for indignity
But who am I really?
That’s what they want to know
Who is this girl?
The one I don’t show
So here it is
No rose colored glasses
I’m just a girl
Taking her chances.
I’m a little too round
With hair that’s a shade darker then natural
With scares that I cover
And some inner turmoil of a battle
I’m never broken a bone
But I have known pain
I was that nerd in high school
You never heard from again
My eyes are dark brown
But have still been called lovely
And no matter what people say
I still sometimes think I’m ugly
I read too many books
I know too many random facts
I’m a college student
Taking one last chance
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