BeYoutiful

I always wish something to appear,

Miracles magic and colour!

Astounded by my fears,

Taken away by the favour

Being stubborn and childish,

I end up doing something foolish

In the midst of all this wreckage,

I practice being myself, that's fair

A reward to me, my own brokerage!

For I hold the precious share,

In spreading the bright light,

Somehow trying to avoid the limelight

Laughing like a child, and being a cry baby

A pink little lady who is being "BeYoutiful"

Painting the windows black,

When positivity I lack

Now the colourful walls,

With ambitions tall

Who understands me when I say all this is just getting beautiful!

When I am making it BEAUTIFUL