Your hair color doesn’t matter and neither do your eyes.
What are important are your laughter and all the tears you’ve cried.
Your weight is insignificant and so is your skin.
When did you forget that beauty is within?
It’s no relevancy of your past mistakes, the things you try to forget.
What truly matters is all the lessons you’ve learned from everyone you’ve met.
It means nothing the times you failed as long as you remember
How it felt in your heart to start over at the end of each December.
It’s not about who ignored you, who belittled or let you down.
It’s about the so many people who love you, who pray that you’re safe and sound.
It seems that you let them make you feel small with their cruel and idle chatter
When you let the world give meaning to the things that have never mattered.