Underneath it all

by mkhoviyeun   Jun 26, 2005


Underneath my exterior,
underneath my clothes,
underneath my words,
a special person grows.

i might not be beautiful,
my clothes may not be the best,
my words may not be kind,
but i'm as good as the rest.

if you look,
underneath it all,
you will know it is true,
you will see the beauty inside,
and understood it too.

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