What is this place you brought me to   
There a newness that enfolds me in you.
   
What is this blush that threatens to swarm my face   
As this laughter clutches me in your embrace.
   
What is this shyness that hesitate on my lips
In this feathery touch that encapsulates my being. 

Tell me what is this thing when you touched my soul   
My tears spoke what I truly meant--nothing is a joke.

I'm the same-- just lost a bit 
As I depart from the cliches. 

Discovering myself through the taunts and smirks
I've learned to accept the flaws and quirks.

Criticism only matters when you seek
The approval of the society.

When you are your biggest critic
Believing in yourself is an every day deed.