I blink back the pain and the images and close my eyes for a moment, blocking out the reminder of a scream. Titling my head to the side a bit, I take a deep breath and compose myself.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
It's a pity the dictionary has only one definition of beauty. In my world, there are 7.9 billion types of it- all different and still beautiful. — anne27