Who I am
I see this skinny girl, short rough hair, dark circles in her eyes, such a thin thighs but broader is her aim, her aim, dream and goals deeper is her thoughts and softer is her heart so many flaws but perfect is her craft Oh! No she’s no big artist but she does believe achieves what she aims only then a relief but she needs a shoulder when things fall apart, she tried so hard to hold, hold, build and support for every effort she makes she does with all her heart she will die one day, alive will be her art Broken, hurt and what not, but revival is her strength, and strength is in her bones, deeper than that skinny surface she has that courage, courage to drag herself she is not an average, don’t be mistaken with the reflection your eyes create it’s just the visible light her inner light shows victory, victory on millions of fight For sure, they broke her heart but mind wouldn’t give up, give up on her beauty, beauty of her art every time she loses,...