02-11-2012, 11:09 AM
She sat up and shrugged, fiddling with and fraying the edges of the cardboard. "... I'm okay," she finally said. "This.. this isn't the first time I've been outside. It's just been a very, very long time." She thought hard about it but couldn't really remember much; the only time she could remember going anywhere was with Mom but she remembered seeing a beautiful thing of water that Mom called an "ocean." There was... one other time, but it was fuzzy. And red.
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!