you seem to lack a purpose
for all that you would choose to be,
the banter of the crowded
the feeding of a fallacy.
but then this beautiful
has you plagued with doubt
(from who you're meant to be and who you live for)
and what's ignorance dictates your smiles.

they dress you like a showroom,
exhibit all you've never been.
acquire degradation
and spent is your virginity.
but now, you beautiful is you breaking out
(from who you're meant to be and who you live for)
the simple things clothe you lovely on the out from within

what was taken for a flaw is a piece of perfection.
these stars may fly.