Different
I am beautiful
I tell myself every day
whispers at my back
questioning stares
wondering why?
why am I different?
I am beautiful
I lie into the mirror
because seeing is believing
and nobody sees
invisible tears asking
why am I different?
I am beautiful
tall and thin and blonde
but not perfect
not like everyone else
I still wonder
why am I different?
I am different
acceptance
for the first time
smiling in photographs
because I am different
and different is beautiful
This poem is about:
Me