Beautiful World
In the dark I can feel them
The scars etched on my heart and body
And in the light everyone can see them
Unless I'm smiling
And it's funny when people ask you if you're okay
When they're the ones that caused those scars
And gave you the ideas in the first place
Now of course things are different
I don't let them see what they've done now
Except occasionally
The world we live in is a cruel one
But full of beauty in the strangest places
Because when I saw myself as marred and disfigured
Somehow, you saw me
Strong and beautiful
And the world has been beautiful since.
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PoetryNow I'm no professional, and I'm no novice, I'm just your average trying-to-find-her-place-in-the-world kind of girl. I've got some lame poetry but that's alright, I like to pretend I'm clever. Welcome to my mind. Sorry if the events seem out of ord...
