Behind the freckles and the foggy glass

stands a young face yet old soul.

Her eyes don't settle, not to be crass

but rather sees things as a whole.

A piercing smile is on her eyes,

and on her lips as well.

She stands up tall and doesn't shy,

she learned from when she fell. 

What makes her beautiful you may ask

is something deep inside.

She wears herself without a mask

and vows to never hide. 

She sees the crooked backs of those

who hide by hunching down.

She wonders why they love that pose

their heads have lost their crowns.

She stares into the foggy mirror

and makes a promise all alone,

to never be a hidden blur

she's perfect on her own.