She is like a rose.
She is beautiful as she is broken.
She carries the world on her shoulders and makes it look like a pair of wings.
Her smile gives you butterflies and her voice sounds like the voice of an angel.
Yet she has insecurities of herself.
She carries the world on her shoulders and feels like a million bricks is on her shoulders.
Her smile is a fake one and her voice is broken.
She feels unloved because no one shows it.
And sadly, that girl is me.