Beautiful

'Beautiful',

Just like my feelings, it comes and goes.

It sometimes comes with a warm smile

But most days, it becomes a hidden piece beneath the snow.

I've come to realize that 'beautiful' doesn't mean perfect.

A masterpiece can also be flawed.

Beauty is a frame of mind.

Accepting me even with all my flaws.

Although, "who am I?" finds its way to the surface,

I constantly remind myself that I am who I want to be.

The reflection in the mirror can't capture my complexity.

Who I am and can be lies within.

I am phenomenal.

I rob myself when I try so hard not to be me.

My beauty is not just what is seen on the surface.

The true definition of beauty, that's me.