Compliment my looks
I adore them as well
But stay a while
And understand me
Like my mascara?
Why, thanks, but it’s actually
natural, and no i’m not a liar
I was born with it
My dimples are cute?
I don’t like when people
say that, but it is the truth
And I guess no one understands
My blush is bonny?
Why thank you, but
once again, it’s all natural
Now, don’t you say ‘unfair’
Because I don’t really care
I don’t care about the looks
And I don’t care about makeup
I care about my personality
Just that and only that
Why should one cover their pretty face?
With toxic slurry
Love yourself for the way you are
And you shall soon realize
Looks are merely the porch light
Your soul is the warmth inside the home
(Don’t worship the frame, but the masterpiece inside it)