Among the Beautiful People

Is there a place where you make eye contact with someone and they look at you with a smile on their face?

Is there a part of the world where people will be able to see my soul and see I am a beautiful girl?

I imagine that one day I will fit in a space and no one would want me to be replaced.

Could it be in Paris.
Could it be in London.
Could it be in Tokyo or Sydney.

I want to be free from this shitty city where the people are so fucking mean.

I want to be free to love me and learn to see the goodness in me.

I want to only cry happy tears from my eyes that will reflect rainbows to the sky.

Someone tell me where to go.
I need a place to call home.
Among the Beautiful People with pure hearts of gold.

I wish I could go now but I can’t; so I wear a frown.
I walk the streets for now with my head hanging down.

So tonight when I dream, this imaginary place is where I will be.
I refuse to believe my dream is nothing more then just a fantasy, I will find the place I seek.

Just wait and see, I tell myself, Julene.

One find day you’ll be there.

Among the Beautiful People is where you belong.