Like the calm but persistent waves beating against the shore,
She is the ocean
That contains a strong bellowing voice
Yet only come in particles of echoes.
She is afraid
Because she fears rejection
She doesn't want anyone to see
Her tears, her sorrows, her hopes.
So quiet, yet so loud inside
Those buzzes in her brain
The steady, strong beatings from her stone walled heart
That cast that strong ironish metal glint against her cold chest.
She is beauty, she is golden
But only sees a shadow behind her illuminating face
Her colorful eyes, trying to find that spark that would convince her
Of her gold soul.
But she doesn't see.
She doesn't see those people that gawk at her crossing the street
She doesn't see her soft rosy cheeks, her colorful hair and eyes, her strut, her attitude
That most don't have.
She is unique, she is herself.
And she is special.
She is us.
She is one.
She is all.