"There is something about her,
Something mysteriously wonderful.
She may not be the defination of beauty for you.
She may not be so confident or funny.
She may not be your first choice.
She has grown from the ruins,
She is not the same girl you once knew.
She has come so far and she is never coming back.
How she carries her insecurites and all the tears,
She has changed, no longer afraid of her fears.
Just like a revishing mess,
Yes! She is flawed and scarred,
Still perfectly imperfect."
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Chaotic Mess.
Poetry"I can't understand the chaos within me," She whispers finally letting the tears roll down, crumbled in her room, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath as she tries to hold herself, as she begs her heart to stop hurting so much. A collection of pr...
