Am I beautiful?

Look me in the eyes

And tell me I am

That this is no disguise

Why am I not beautiful?

I will always ask

They won't look at me

Please, just give me a mask

How am I beautiful?

Features or personality?

Tell me

Don't make it a catastrophe

What is beautiful?

May I inquire

Is it what you have?

Or your hearts deepest desire?

Hermione looked down at the tear stained parchment. She let one last tear fall as she closed her notebook and told herself that she was beautiful, no matter what anyone else told her.