I wonder what the hell the world sees when they look in my direction. I mean, sure I have a bright personality but some have seen me fiery and smoldering and I burn those who stand too close.
I wonder what the hell the world sees when they look in my direction. They certainly donβt realize I hide a much softer side behind each rant. The fluff and feathers go unhatched in my shell.
I wonder what the hell the world sees when they look in my direction. My laugh certainly can draw a stare as it rumbles up out of my chest and tinkles to the ground like crystal.
I wonder what the hell the world sees when they look in my direction and the rage from forever-hurts flare. My fire lashes out and tears betray me as I hope to be secretly strong.
I wonder what the hell the world sees when they look in my direction and realize I know Iβm not much to look at, at all.