It doesn't matter how beautiful she is.
She won't get anywhere with a pretty face.
What's inside of her isn't powerful.
What's inside of you then?
People would ask.
I smile and point at myself.
Me? I am made of marshmallows and dreams.
But you see mixed in all that softness is,
Someone who had learn to all over again
To let someone in, to trust again
I've learned a million times and my trust each time is broken..
I just know now not to expect anything
not from anyone.
But instead to expect more from myself.
I push myself to dream to let go and above all
to be myself and not judge others by their reflection.
Everyone has their own story,
But not everyone uses that as their reason
to be horrible to others.
We should instead use it as our reason to be good
and to change the world.
