You look so beautiful, so radiant tonight
I see the sparkle in your eyes he talked about
Everything I've ever wanted you have, truly
You don't know how lucky you are at all
Even to feel comfortable in that dress you're in,
To expose your shoulders and your collarbone
To paint your face with its compliment colors
And to wear shiny things that simply make you glow
In my experiences, I've attempted to feel that way
I want so badly to feel comfortable with femininity
I want to sparkle and shine like all the pretty girls
And glitter my way back into your heart
My eyes are drawn to the beautiful flowers, too
I wish I was attracted to them like I am you
I want to draw the eyes of someone like me
But that doesn't usually happen when I am me
I stuff myself in the same clothes they're wearing
This flower is old and wilting, definitely dead
Nothing about me sparkles the way they do
Nothing except the tears forming in my eyes
I want to love femininity the way I love it on her
Why can't I be happy with how my body looks
Draped in the pretty pink floral print fabric,
Or shining with jewelry of silver and gold?
Why, instead, does a bow tie fit me snugly,
And a dress shirt compliments my unpainted eyes?
Why do I love the way chains jingle, and the way
flat footed shoes make that noise when I jump?
Why do my nails painted any color except black
Make me pick at the polish until it's all gone?
Why does my hair touching the back of my neck
Become the only thing on my mind until it's cut?
I want to wear dresses and skirts and lace
I want to feel pretty and petite and feminine
Until it's true, then the world crashes down
And I feel like crying looking at myself
Why am I such an ugly flower amongst roses?
These daisies and sunflowers I envy so?
I feel more like a Venus fly trap plant,
Or maybe even a single stalk of corn
Do oak and pine trees wish they had flowers?
Do cherry blossoms understand how lucky they are?
Does a daffodil who feels small and insignificant
Understand she has everything this corn doesn't?
Shine little flower, shine, and bloom again tomorrow
I'll watch you from a distance and wish it was me
You look so pretty from this angle, in this light
And me, I simply admire and dream another day
