Your Worth

Sometimes I feel dead amongst the humans who smile and laugh and pay me no mind.

I crave the attention of a man, I crave the eyes to justify that I have some beauty the world is blind to. 

I feel like a shadow, I'll always be behind you. I'll never have a say because what I say, nobody ever has the time to listen to me. 

So I just follow your lead and hope to be accepted by you, and my hope will always stay a dream. 

A dream deferred. What happens to a dream deferred?

My dream dried up like a raisin in the sun, it's gone.

Don't you know your worth? 

Why do you care so much about what the people of this Earth think about you?

When at the end, their approval won't matter.

Even being accepted by you, I still crave acceptance.

For someone to tell me I'm someone. 

But can you judge me?

Can you say that I'm ugly if you don't know me?

On the outside, I may look a mess, on the inside, you don't care for my invite since I've already made a bad impression with my nasty face and my lack of fashion. 

But what do anyone of you matter?

Even the ones who say they like my hair and they like the clothes I wear.

Why does any of that matter?

Because I don't know my worth.