Don’t dare call me beautiful.
And if those words spill
I am nothing.
You don’t get to call me beautiful
When you don’t know me.
Because I am not.
And I will never be.
But call me creative when I write
Until my fingers shake upon the keyboard.
Label me as inspired as I dream
Beneath the stars and watching them flicker,
With vitality glowing within my eyes.
Brand me as an artist when I paint with words
Making murals from chapters.
You know what, define me as sappy
Because of the hopeless romantic I am.
Because I will never be beautiful.
Characterize me as rare
Because you’ve never met someone like me.
But don’t dare call me by my looks
Because you will never know me.
