Her heartbeat steady,
Strong waves clapping against the shore

Her soul glowing
A beautiful, evergreen heart

Her spirit bright
Astonishing all who pass her

Her eyes staring
Into mine with loving intensity

Her voice wavering
But ever so sincere
As she tells me she loves me

I hope you know,
That my silence means
That I love you, too

Are you awake?
Are you here?
Are you listening?
Because I have a question.

Am I pretty?

I know it sounds very stereotypical
For a girl my age
To be asking this question
But I really am wondering

Personally,
I think that I’m kind of pretty
I think my eyes are kind
And a nice blue

I think that though my face
Is a bit chubby,
I have a nice ****** structure

But I said that I think that
I’m average looking
Which was how I felt at that moment
And though it sounds odd
You agreed,
And it really, really hurt

Because you are SO pretty
And my best friend
There’s no one else I can ask
Without feeling REALLY awkward

I wish I was pretty
I wish I was thinner
I wish I had cuter clothes
I wish I was extroverted
I wish
That I was
Everything that I am not


Being in my body is torture.

Why do all colors have a description to them?

Red- For strength or anger
Yellow- For sunshine and happiness
Pink- For all girls
Blue- For the boys and for when you're sad
Black- For hate and fear
Purple- For luxury and ambition
Green- For nature and energy

We force people to be someone by giving them a label.
Should we do that to colors too?

Why should black be the evil one?
Why can't yellow be a way to express sadness?
Why is pink for girls?
Just why?