The Beauty Within

Do I look good?

Do I look bad?

She goes by ,

And I see the looks 

I wish I always had,

Oh , how it makes me cry.

Her voice is so sweet ;

A dulcet,

Then there's me ,

A mere puppet.

But what matters ,

Is the spirit, the soul ,

As bright as a diamond,

As treasured as gold.

Why then ,

Why is everyone being sad ?

Why don't they see?

The Beauty we possess,

You and me.

There goes she ,

This time though,

I bask in her beauty,

And alongside,

I admire the one present in me.