Good Enough?

She walked by me and she had a smile on her face, I could see through it, there was a frown.

I've never seen her before that day, she didn't look any different then anybody else but she was.

She was wearing our plaid grey skirt and white top school uniform just like everyone else but somehow she was different.

She had the most beautiful dark brown eyes that she could see through your soul.

Red rose lips like a man's blood spilt.

Her skin looked so perfectly hers and soft like a cloud.

Her hair was perfectly browned and just enough gold to math her skin.

And her voice when she sung in the hallways ill always remember was as beautiful as birds singing their soft tune.

But even from seeing all her perfection she did not think herself as perfect or good enough at all.

In her eyes she was a girl with an ugly face, eyes that weren't the ring colour of hazel, her lips were always cracked and not red enough, her hair was never perfect and always frizzy, that her skin did not match her at all.

She'd walk the hallways alone and sad but never made an effort to talk to anyone with a heart as big as hers.

I talked to her once, I told her I thought she was pretty and all she did was stare in my eyes it felt like she was looking into my soul and ripping the beautiful thoughts I had of her out of my mind.

She said never will I be enough and walked away, after we talked I was sad so sad that I cried whenever I looked in the mirror.