You.
A collection of specialized cells working together in perfect harmony.
You.
Fearfully and wonderfully made.
But why are you so insecure?
Is it because their words burn?
Scald your soul till you are nothing but a shell?
Is it because their words are knives,
Sharpened by the truth that exposes your weaker side?
Even if they cover your skin with bruises,
They have no power over you

Let me tell you who you are,
Beauty,
even in the worst times,
even in the dark times,
even if the worlds collide,
you.are.beauty
You are the the epitome of perfection
you are the beauty behind all chaos
never mind their words.

Your idiosyncrasies make you who you are
they make you unique
they make you,you
and no matter what they tell you I will always appreciate you