I do?

You rejoice at the rich brown once you peel off the dry.

What you miss is the apprehension in my curled toes.

You dote over the crimson on my lips and cheeks.

What you miss is the look in my eyes.

You marvel at the intricacies of my attire.

What you miss is my body yelling in discomfort.

You shed a tear of pride - "All grown up", you say.

What you miss is the tear in my eyes, mourning the loss of a childhood.

You praised yourself at a job well done.

What you missed was my opinion.