"What is beauty?"
The young girl thinks
to herself sitting alone,
she isn't pretty enough
To sit with her friends.
They all point and laugh
because she is different.
Different in ways
no one likes.
"That doesn't make me a bad person"
she says to herself.
What a waste,
no one will realize this, until too late.
Too late to change
her friends and
what paths they chose
in their lives.
"Maybe this could be different"
she thinks
I could change myself
to what they think is better.
But then I would not be
being truthful
to me.
That is what is beauty
most of all.
©️ TheRosebudWritings
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