I avoid those stares. Those daggers. Piercing stares. They are “normal”. They call me “strange”. But is it worth it? Pretty, innocent blonde hiding fangs, Tall, beautiful, but she doesn’t want to dress “their” way. Those people stare, thinking of something to say. … Is beauty really only skin deep? … Maybe someone will see past the black, Into the real “me”. Maybe someone will change the word “it” to the word “she”. Will some boy see the angel inside of the demon?
Morgana The Heartless · Thu Apr 12, 2007 @ 10:37pm · 0 Comments |