There are many things
Michaela admits she isn't:
she knows, however,
that she is the conventional, feminine
kind of beauty that could get away with murder
(if her conscious didn't devour her,
demand too much of her emotionally)
but it's a shame she isn't:
shameless like Connor
ambitious like Laurel
ruthless like Bonnie
frightening like Frank
devoted like Wes
connected like Asher.
It hurts especially
that she isn't
a cunning enigma like Annaliese,
who has it all together with
the perfect facade no one else has mastered.
Nothing seems fair
when all that's going for you
is beauty.
Her depth is hidden
by pretty pink pearls and makeup galore
but no one wants to wipe away the mascara
to see what's behind the made-up mask
(so there goes
her credibility
or so she fears)