Assumptions

Am i wrong to assume? To be afraid? 

Am i wrong to be cautious,

in such a hazardous place? 

I seem to be less

than every girl 

surrounding me.

I'm no beauty queen,

i don't have marvelous eyes

or beautiful lips.

Hair so soft and long,

skin so smooth,

touchable. 

All i have is charisma.

But what can that do

if what we see first,

is on the outside?

I only have something beautiful

on the inside. 

Where no one bothers,

Where no one cares to f*****g look.