She is...

She moves with an air of confidence
She looks like she's got it all
That's what she tells herself in the moment

But what she feels inside
Is something much different

Moments of doubt
Constant battles with herself
she might be beautiful
but how will she truly find out?

Does she wait for someone to love her
just so she can love herself?
She's too stubborn
To hold onto that idea

All these thoughts
circling around in her mind
are clouding her judgement
forcing her to believe
that happiness within herself will be hard to find

She has no extraordinary talent
She is mildly average
Longing for creativity
She puts pen to paper
Hoping for brilliance to pour out
But what she finds
are just those same battles of self-doubt