Intellect isn’t Conventionally Attractive

I've always looked thoughtful.

So much so, that at the young age of 19 I've acquired a few "inquisition lines". That's what I like to call them at least.

A single, straight fissure between furrowed brows; the countless microscopic creases and folds around tired eyes. Simple sketch lines that I've spent hundreds to erase.

But for what? To someday unveil baby soft skin? To sit and revel at my own beauty? When all I've done is remove the evidence of my appreciation for others' beauty? Their writing, art and cinema.

I've enjoyed inumerable sleepless nights earning my dark circles and squinting eyelids and fatigued sight.

I want to wear my wise face proudly. Why try so hard to look naive when all I've ever really yearned for is knowledge?