you fall off the swing at the ripe age of 5 only to open your eyes and notice your voice is cracking and your under arms getting hairy you fast forward and youβre getting naked for a boy who hasn't thought anything about your brains but knows exactly what it takes to see your ***** because in the back of your neglected mind you can still remember what it felt like when 7th grade tommy noticed your love handles before you could and now any ounce of attention rushing through your blood stream feels like a drug, and you were so addicted to words because sadly your dull scissors couldn't cut off what you see in the mirror but your rusty 1st grade pencil sharpener will do the job on your wrists and soon the scars turn into pieces of clothing on the ground for any grasp of the word beautiful