A New Beautiful

She was not the kind of girl

Who drew everybody’s eyes

Who captivated all who saw her

Like a breathtaking sunrise.

She was the kind of girl

Who had more books than friends

Who lived in literary worlds

And cried at each stories’ end.

She would look you in the eyes

And stand up for what she believed in

She rolled her eyes at insults

And grew a thick skin.

She would be there if you needed her

Would always stand by your side

She would lend you her shoulder

Every single time you cried.

Her smile lit up the room

And it seemed like it was just for you

She never cursed or cheated

And she always held true.

No, she was not beautiful,

Nor was she popular at all,

But her presence filled up every room

And she refused to become small.