who I am

a child not yet old enough to see her teeth grow.

a child who feels her heart beat like a drum.

a girl who sees beauty and perfection in even the most broken of hearts.

People say the most beautiful things are the most damaged, but don't ever find the time to see nor fix them.The girl's heart is destroyed beyond repair by darkness, but nobody sees it. She doesn't feel well. Why they ask, but she never answers for they'll never listen. Because she's 'fine'. Her eyes and pens never lefrt her paper walls last night, I couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't as long as she felt the pain in her dark, tainited, twisted soul. The words flowed out of her heart and pen like a flood on ink and feeling. No fellings were left until 

She was...

a child not yet old enough to feel her mind and soul flourish into a beautiful flower.

a child who only saw the most damaged hearts as marvelous beings.

A woman who feels her heart beat in the steady rhythms of a drum solo while no one was listening or watching.