03-27-2008, 06:11 PM
One of the halfbreeds up on the stage was hiding her face in her hands; her nails were sharp, although some had visibly been bitten or broken, and it looked like her arms were wings; they had feathers over them, as well as some brushing against the floor as they hung from her arms. Her brown hair was messy and dirty, her skin was scuffed with dirt, and her clothes - a long black-brown skirt with a shortsleeved shirt - were torn up. She had some feathers on the sides of her head, and she had no visible ears. She also had a somewhat-matted bird-tail tucked under her feet; it was apparent they weren't supposed to bend that way from how several looked broken.
She peeked between her fingers, her pale brown eyes visibly rattled, before hiding behind her hands again.
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!