02-10-2006, 12:52 PM
"You probably haven't been sold to over five hundred rather abusive owners in the short span of two years..." She stared blankly at her right arm, which was covered in bruises from a recent beating. "What you live in is a lot better than what the rest of us do. Most of us get called wretches or hideous freaks. Harlo, the guy at the auction, was the only one who really understood most of us."
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!