What's a writer with writer's block?
Who's a poet without inspiration?
What's an artist without a muse?
Nothing.
Once greats who could compose symphonies with their minds
Now without the ability to create beauty
Nothing sadder in the world...

She is not like everyone else.
She doesn't care what she looks like
She doesn't care if she's perfect
Because she knows she isn't
She knows she will never fit in
She knows she will always be weird
She is the KING amongst queens
She is the girl who never saw her own beauty
But wished she could gaze upon herself like you glare at her
She will never be '****'
She will never be 'pretty'
She will never be 'girly'
But she will be her
And somehow, 'her' was enough.

A poet dies not when he looses the will to live
But when he looses the will to write