Let me tell you a few things about me.
I used to be the insecure one
Felt ugly and worthless
That I am not of this world
Have brains no looks
Didn't put effort in designer clothes

People would tell me that I'm beautiful
I'd smile and say to myself they just try to make me feel better
I doubt the mirror too
Being picked on by bigger kids ruined my self-esteem

Then I started reading books. Taking pictures
"Dressing up" still felt ugly
Boys would come and ask me out
I felt they made bets with their friends

Now I am not afraid anymore
I have decided to embrace my uniqueness
I dress up and attend self discovery  events
I feel beautiful haha I am beautiful
Always have been

I am not afraid anymore

I walk confidently
The ground is made of gold
I am an enchantress

I
   Never
               Stopped
                               Loving
                                             You ,

                                                    I
        ­                                    Just
                        ­    Stopped
           Showing
      It

Don't pour so much love on me,
I might drown.  
Do not go too far from me,
I might get depressed in frown.

Since the first time when I saw you,
I haven't closed my eyes for weeks.
Just tell me once, what's in you?
I won't disclose, whatever it is.

Don't come too much close,
I love you though I fear.
I fear that your love I'LL lose,
And like others, you'll leave me in tears.

The first time when I saw you through,
To my heart and soul it felt like bliss.
Just Tell Me Once what's in you?
I won't disclose whatever it is.

Don't leave me alone again,
I can't take on one more blow.
I swear to bear all your pains,
We'll face together, all the highs and lows.

The first time when you, holded me with you,
And gave my soul a hopeful kiss,
Just Tell Me Once, what's in you?
I won't disclose whatever it was.

I like pens that bleed
Ink that smears
Girls with scars
Broken parts
***** clothes
Stained sheets
The hint of blood
The taste of lust
The smells of love
Nights through morning
Mornings to night
Suns that sleep
Moons that dream
And all the pretty
You hide underneath
Those pretty
Pretty
Pretty things