Eyes of Stone

I am me.

I look up at the sky, wondering how something so blue, could cause me so much happiness.. my feet running along the sand, it squishing between my toes only to part into a million, small waves as I lift my feet in each step. The wind roaring in my ears as if it screams in the same joy that I feel in this moment. The waves crashing and fading away like my hair through the breeze. As I run, as fast as I can, crushing shells and ignoring the pain as they slash small cuts into my feet. I feel free. No more eyes watching me, no more pressure, here I am not beautiful. Here I am not adored to obsession, here I am me. Just me. The girl who loves to read, and draw pictures of the birds and plants and clouds she sees. Here my hair does not rival that of Athena's, my smile is not the sun. Here, I am just the person who I always was. Here I am beautiful, but only deep inside. Here I am the person who always tries to hide. I am the girl with tears in her eyes, who begs and screams for people to look inside. Here I am me, the person I want to be. The person that is me, and not the beauty that is always seen.