Underneath
I am my smile,
When I don’t care.
I am my skin,
When it is bare.
I am my heart,
At every beat.
I am everything that
I choose to be.
I am my haircut
And my freshly painted nails.
I am my actions,
Like playing on the train rails.
I am my bed head,
And my croaky morning voice.
I am my words released
And my decisions from every choice.
I am the way I make my coffee
And the way I walk to class.
I am the way I view the clouds,
And the way I lay on grass.
I am unfettered,
I am distressed.
I am my worst,
I am my best.
So, next time that I think,
That beauty is only skin deep,
I take a look in the mirror,
Remembering, real beauty is underneath.
-M.M.J
