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.
