Where does beauty come from?
Not from lust, but from courage.
The only way I know is when
I see some girl in the mirror
to me she looks angry and dark
but when I look closer
its more then words can say.
An angel from heaven.
As she goes through life searching;
searching for that one special thing
something to heal the scars she has made
hateful lonely scars...
What more can she do to get what she yearns for
one more fight with her mom
or another slap from dad?
Maybe one more heartbreak
to finally realize that she will always be beautiful.
