Face Value
Am i beautiful?
Do I look pretty?
Am I gorgeous?
Will the answers ever leave me satisfied?
My reflection
in the rich tint
of mirroring silver;
i face my mask,
questions drown me,
whirling in my pool of vanity
Is the value of my painted illusion
so critically important?
My distinguished features
I behold with pride
propping it on my shoulders
for all to judge
Do I care
what perception you have
of me?
Insecurity shall not be
my weakness
neither shall it be my vice
Shall I live in denial
to forget all judgements
of my rightful appearance?
I am who I am
and beauty lives
not on the external
but lies in the heart
and I know then,
that I am indeed beautiful