She was a beauty, but not in the way most would notice , she'd hide behind a book or two , falling in love with a fictional character , her glasses falling clumsily off of her face , she was smart , although she hid behind the records of her favorite bands , remaining silent , afraid to show her opinion , she's loved deeply by those around , although sometimes she struggles to look in the mirror , facing the demons that lurk throughout her head , dancing , whispering aimlessly . She was the girl with the glasses , her smile small , yet appealing , she was a rare jewel , a fine China , something pressious and fragile , she was beauty , but the type of beauty you'd rarely notice.
