My face is round
Ive been told that my nose resembles that of a button
My cheeks have been pinched by my grandparents loving hands
And theres always blush on my cheeks from words tumble out my mouth like a circus act

My glasses hide my eyes like a mirror
Freckles splashed across my nose
Reminding you i have spent days dancing in the sun
My mouth looks small but the words that come out of them can make an empty room seem crowded
My lips are youth red
Ive been told my breathe taste of mint
And my lips of strawberries
They can remember every kiss and every time they said "i love you"
Remember the color of my eyes when you think of me
When you think of my face
See the violet and pale and electric blue that scream life
Look at the lines on my eyes when i laugh
Look how often i laugh
My face will always look better in a mask of foundation, powder, eyeliner, and mascara in my opinion

My face is the eye glass to my soul
Will you look hard enough?
Will you see the depth of love i have for someone by the longing in my eyes
Will you see my sadness in the difficulty i have on orchestrating a smile for somebody's else's comfort
Will you see my poetry written in the flare of my nostrils the wrinkling of my forehead the widening of my eyes
My face has felt the salty trail of tears
Too many times to count
My face wondered if it was the reason boys never liked me
My face has finally become its own again
And not everyone elses to tweak and perfect
So dont you ever make fun of the red, angry constellations spread across my fore head
Or the shadows beneath my eyes that show that one night my thoughts were worth more then sleep
Take my face and open it to see my mind