Stephanie
Im Stephanie and Im different
My life imperfections arenʼt hidden in my mind or lost in my memories
They donʼt just come out to play at night
There painted on the outside for everyone to stare at
There constantly reminding me that I will never be normal
They are called scars
Scars caused by heart defects that will last forever
I didn't ask for this life its just the cards I got handed
Their are a few things a person must accept when they have sacrs
1.While wearing a bikini I will always attract attention
2.We can always play connect the dots
3.I have my own art! Who needs trap stamps, anyways ?
4.We don’t need stars to see constellation
5.Poker faces are a must have
6.My scars tell the stories when my mouth forgets to speak
Speaking is not my best quality
Im shy and unsure of myself
Mumbling, Blushing and Smiling is how I interact.
Books are my best friend
They restore the dreams in my life when I lose faith in reciving a happy ending
They make me laugh, smile and cry of happiness
Their always easy to carry even when I have to stay in the hospital
There full of quotable lines and even character names worthy enough to be used as baby names
Books are also a reason why Im in college to become an English Teacher!
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