Perfectly Imperfect Me

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.