Beautiful silhouette

I have the kind of eyes 

That look good in headlights 

The bright, oppressive light brings 

Gold to the lifeless brown 

My hair only has life 

When it's dry 

Or when I wear red lipstick 

Then the old flecks of dye return 

My lips only full 

When I've bitten them 

In my stressful moments 

When my eyes fill with tears 

My arms strong from 

All the books I carry 

But they end up shaking 

When my mind overtakes my body. 

But then there's my smile. 

Imperfect. 

But genuine when I'm drowning in laughter. 

That's the only time I feel beautiful.