The Masks We Hide Behind

My name, it doesn't matter. My age is merely a reflection of how many failed birthday parties I have had and nothing else. My favorite color is the rainbow. There is no yesterday, there is no tomorrow, there is no today, there is only now. And now it is gone.

Ironic True Colors

It’s amazing how dressing up with each girl in her own color, all trying to be absolutely beautiful on the outside brings out the ugly and the true colors of the inside. It seems that the prettier you are and the harder you work and more you pay to look prettier, the uglier your insides become and the more I can see you for what you really are

Paper and Skin

you know paper doesn’t get a scar when you cut it
sure it’s mutilated but honestly you can get more paper. that’s jus the way it is. you cut too far or too wide and you grab a new piece and start over

you see
skin is not like that
the scars are visible and unattractive and they never let me…