Intimidate by the close-to-perfect look of yours,

The apparent better personality you own,

The explicit countenance smile you have plastered on your face.

Insecurities; brought to another level.

Watching birds fly freely with joy.

Nonsensical thoughts circulates my tiny brain.

Never fulfilling your needs.

I tell myself from time to time.

Demeanors are only demeanors, it doesn't really matter.

Doesn't matter the cloth you cover yourself,

Doesn't matter the excessive powder on your face,

Doesn't matter the language you speak.

The inner beauty you own, that's what matters the most.

Intimidated, I still am....