Beauty

The way my smile is fading, It darkens the room and the light evades, My eyes that tells a true story, By the look I give I'm claiming my territory, My eyes tells a story, it says "My eyes will tell you if I don't like you", Not in the way i don't like what you do, But I don't, I'll want to say something but I won't, My curly wavy hair is my biggest insecurity, It does not portray like its sketched on a celebrity, My beauty was crushed and destroyed. The beauty in my smile, It brightens up the room, meanwhile, My squinted mean eyes, Tell lies, But not the way people gaze at there crush constantly, But in the way it says, "I am mischievous" "and I am not serious", My curly wavy hair Is my pride and joy, My beauty is not me on the outside but who I am on the inside.