PrettyOddBird

Cracks in a diamond still sparkle.

I have to tell my story because it's my own, The only one I know.   And each time I try to convince myself I am a bird, or a coward, or a rhinestone, I fall short. I am afraid to fly, afraid to write, afraid to turn this corner And look myself in the mirror. To see this trinket bitch with red lipstick I don't even recognize. She's beautiful but she's cheap and she's EVERYTHING I learned not to be. Worst of all.. She's forgettable.