Me Behind My Face

Why is life made all about what’s present on our face?

Why are we always made to think that there’s something to replace?

Why do those puzzled background comments make such a difference?

Why can’t we give the positive energy in our life more significance?


Are those people just truly insecure and crappy?

Did they just want the chance to make me feel unhappy?

Why did my brain just feel like there was something wrong with me?

A consistent feeling that there was a huge imperfection I couldn’t see.


Of course, there were highs and occasions I truly admired myself,

Yet, every negative comment shattered my opinion and changed how I felt,

It’s not that I wasn’t built strong like the others,

But why, in the first place, did my mind constantly have to suffer?


I’m happy I’m given my own form of unmatchable beauty,

That maybe some people in this world just can’t clearly see,

It shouldn’t be my problem or something of my concern,

I think I’m beautiful and that’s the only approval I need to earn.


In this perplexing world, I will find someone who truly loves me,

Who will foresee my every flaw and truly care for my genuine personality,

But till then, I’m fine on my own creating my own destiny,

And eventually, I’ll find the one who matches my life’s melody.