Private Song

Why do appearances matter?
Why can't they just see?
The real beauty lies within,
The me inside of me.

They only see the outside,
Which isn't model thin.
But they never even try,
To see what's kept within.

They say I could be pretty.
I know for a fact I could.
For I've done it once or twice,
But I wonder if I should.

They say outside doesn't matter,
What's inside is what counts.
But what they do says differently,
And so, I have my doubts.

They judge me by the look,
Of the clothing that I wear.
By the size and shape of my body,
And the style of my hair.

Can you tell by the shell around me,
What's in my head and heart?
Could you tell by merely looking,
That my beauty lies in art?

My beauty lies in sunset,
In sunrise, in the day.
And in the night-time too,
With a raised hand to show the way.

They too often go unseen,
These special times and places.
Just like a million other things,
And a million other faces.

For I am someone who knows,
To look good and long.
The best is sometimes hidden,
Melody alone doesn't make a song.

This is my secret strength,
Not visible to the eye.
Not seen when I walk,
And when you pass me by.