Her mind is a hurricane;
she’s constantly stuck in a heavy rainfall,
the forceful breeze being her only hope of escaping.
She doesn't see herself as beautiful,
she can’t look past the dark abundant clouds
but she has a light in her that’s more radiant than the sun,
she has the power to illuminate every fiber in your being.
She is just as breathtaking and captivating as nature,
but she only sees the bad.
Everyone else is caught up in her beautiful roses
while all she sees are her thorns.