You can only frame me in a moment,
A picutre that leads lies to the future.
The time for false perfection came and went,
A smiling skull without stable sutures.

The contrast can't describe my oddball mind;
Lower light seems to hide my bright outlook.
High angles leave my wide smile behind.
I can give so much more than filters took.

My scars and marks are struggles to be told.
My smile lines should not be such a shame.
My frizzy hair still shines like gentle gold.
Why hold myself to standards I can't tame?

A love of life gives beauty to the world,
And I am not a momenary girl.