Underneath the makeup that makes me look mature

Underneath the nail polish that keeps me looking pure

There are thoughts and words waiting

Waiting to be acknowledged

Waiting to be seen

I can see the beauty 

In others beneath their forged grins

I interpret the world around me

Into stories that others can't see

All I want is to be noticed

For me, what's on the inside?

Not my smiles, not my looks

Not my flaws or my pictures

I aim to be seen by what I am capable of 

Not by how many likes I get