Oversized glasses hiding a pair of sad eyes, young eyes
eyes that have seen too much
eyes that have seen pain and anger
clothes too big, hiding body's shape, hiding a broken heart
skinny as a rail, sickly skinny
hair long, tangled and messy
pale Irish skin ruined by blemishes, acne, and scars
Quiet, poor-self-esteem, no confidence, and boundaries around the broken heart
doormat syndrome, I wish Daddy loved me
He have me nothing but heartache, pain and a disease
Nervous, anxious, obsessive compulsive...somebody please help me
somebody please love me
I am ugly...maybe that's why...
Kind man with salt and pepper hair
glasses and a Psych degree
and a warm smile
he saw the pain, he lent a hand, he helped me to overcome my disease
teacher, he noticed I was sick, depressed
He gave me the keys to heal
friend, one with the blond hair, he brought me back to god
gave me the strength to let go
teacher and friend,
she prayed and never gave up hope
she was there for me
even when I turned my back
she was there for me
even when I had given up
I almost died
almost claimed a life
a life I would surly burn in hell for
Its not my fault Daddy doesn't love me
Its not my fault Daddy had the knife
Mama is alive because I was brave
I am a hero, A good person...maybe I can be loved!
confidence, strength, intelligence, and wisdom
I change inside and out
because of the angels God sent me
and my own strength from within
I killed the demons that had been murdering me from within
Freed my soul
I am liberated
I wont be like Daddy
I will be a good person
I look different...
Contacts that reveal my honey brown eyes
Eyes that are young, but wise and deep
short, sleek brownish-red hair, wavy and free
like my spirit
long thick eye lashes, blacker than night
no acne, smooth velvety pale Irish skin
freckles beneath my left eye
Elegant long neck, small shoulders
clothing that fit, show the curves that had been hidden
Heart is healed...scared but healed
Intrepid and free, Im liberated at last
I now know the beauty and strength from within
I've done nothing wrong, I am a good person
the world sees that
Beautiful

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