You judged me by my skin,
And my crooked smile,
And didn’t even dream of the words I hid within.
You didn’t spot the metaphors in my freckles,
Or the smilies in my eyes,
So maybe it for the best,
That you never saw through my disguise.
I will forever just be a girl to you,
And that knowledge doesn’t hold pain,
Because if you really liked me you would have knew.