A friend recently explained the painful process an Oyster goes through to produce a pearl. It was like a revelation to hear that, the process comes at a great price  lots of pain to get something with priceless beauty. The other stuff people might rarely see, is it like you or like me?The tough stuff me go through if it don't make us bitter makes us better. We  gain compassion, more understanding, a little kindness goes a long way to
brighten someone's day. If we don't let our trials lead us astray.
The things that people see on the outside,don't define us the true beauty
is contained  deep inside; our jewel. The next time you are having a tough time it is just a process, the working out to make you stronger to
produce your jewel. The tough times are not meant to stay forever they
have come to pass. What is inside is what truly counts, be the pearl and
let your true inner beauty shine; the rest is just the outer shell.

What has happened to this place?
It screams of pain,
ignorance,
death.
But above all,
it screams one question,
"Who am I?"

I know of a woman,
of endless beauty.
People call her by many different names,
But I call her Perlas.

On the outside, she looks fine,
as happy as she can be.
But the inside is a totally different story.
A war has raged upon her mind,
like two fierce lions,
battling for supremacy...
...for victory.

She does not know,
that she is slowly killing herself.
Already inches off of falling down a rocky cliff.
I watch the events unfold.
Page by page,
her thoughts,
her actions,
grow worse
and worse.

She hates herself for it.
But she does not change,
but only chooses to stab herself even more.
How could someone so beautiful,
curse herself over and over again?

The final blow, comes hard.
It knocks herself off her feet,
and sends her flying off the mighty cliff.
Down to the jagged rocks below,
She has sent herself to her own horrible death.