Blissfully oblivious to the daggers of

The eyes of those who judge me,

Snicker about me, watch me.

I'm a walking daydream, I'm so

Out of this cold world, but rather instead

Basking in the warmth of my own.

My brown eyes see the black in

Everyone else's and my lips move

To pronounce words of peace and content.

My ears don't hear the spite in their

Keen sentences but rather the pained tone

Of their own.

I believe in my smile with my crooked

Teeth because I know it's better to see

That than a frown of resentment and seethe.

I'm my own person, and I believe in it.

I'm not conceited, I'm confident.

The only person I ever strive to impress

Is myself, and that's imperfectly perfect.