I don't obtain any of the qualities many girls my age appoint themselves to behold.
I refrain from what I'm told that I am expected to be.
I set my own expectations.
I come from where it's quiet at night, my parents spent my whole life ******* my head on tight so that I will never view my insight as crooked.
I've never been the girl that the cute boys liked, I've always been the sweet shy smiling type
In a world filled with wrongs, I'm just trying to do right
-while everyone around me is trying to be alike-
I'll fight to be different.
It comes naturally;
I've never fit in anywhere in my life
In a world full of darkness I'm just trying to be the light;
I just want to be me at my highest potential.
We all possess certain truths about ourselves,
Sort of like facts;
They encode the inevitable.
They're what makes us unique,
They're what makes us individuals.
I'll never sell my soul.
What's normal anyway?

Your skin
On
My skin.
The luminosity of curiosity twinkling within.
When you touch me,
Do you feel me?
You could heal me
Of
My sins.
An
Angel
-from every angle-
Are you able
To shed skin?
I will shed you
Of the evils
You harbor within.
I will harbor
Your
Sins
I will harbor the DNA you shed on my skin,
I will anchor on the harbors of your depths deep within
-you could heal me.
Tell me again;
When you touch me,
Do you feel me?