I Dreamt a Dream

In a world of mirrors and gilded smiles, 

Here I stand at the fringe of grace. 

Whispers float like autumn leaves, 

Each step a trace of silent space. 

Why do they not stare, at my body laid bare, 

In a simple dress, amidst the splendid affair? 

Amidst laughter and lights, I silently muse, 

On the nature of charm that I seemingly lose. 

Why do they not stare, at my heart exposed, 

Where true beauty resides, yet remains undisclosed? 

Amidst laughter and lights, I silently muse, 

I find no eyes that linger, no looks to lose 

Why do they not stare, at my spirit laid bare, 

Beyond the simple seams and the braids of my hair? 

I drift past the crowds in their rhythmic sway, 

Each step a beat in a lonesome waltz. 

In a world of mirrors and gilded smiles, 

A plain face, no partner, not given a chance. 

"What is beauty?" I whisper, lost in the beat, 

A question lingering as I watch from my seat.