'i'm sorry i’m not as pretty, or as smart, or as funny, or as kind as her. but i still loved you first.’ xx

She is strong,
but she’s a mess.

The pain she feels,
is in her chest.

She screams so loud,
with her eyes.
No one hears—
no surprise.

She feels so ugly,
out of place.
No one can put a smile on her face.

It’s so sad;
don’t you see?

So much beauty,
that the eye can’t see.
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