She doubts who she is.
Everyday, she looks in the mirror.
Everyday, they call her
Ugly.
Disaster.
Monster.
Is she a monster?
Her pain makes us cry
And so we beg him.
"Help her.
Please."
And he did.
He put his wings around her
And tell her the truth.
She is no monster.
She is beautiful.
She is a miracle.
She is an angel.
May she never again doubt who she is
For she is all we know.
And if she doesn't know who she is
How can we?