Her picture perfect smile grew to laughter
her perfect hair was the style she liked; imperfect
her clothes once neat and tidy now different and unique
her chance in the world no one could see
her future all pretty and sweet was now a world she would need
the world for her and someone else's dream
she dances to the beat of her own drum and plays the song from her soul
she loves the rhythm she has, now a tempo of self love
to be picture perfect in her own dream
to be the lady she wants to be,
so be the lady you know you can be.
- Prisha Mahajan
this is amazing! so well written :D