Saves the scars on her body. She holds so much pain in her eyes that anyone who touches her soul would cry somebody call her right, somebody called her wrong. But the world doesn't grasp. She's a tender flower, but isn't soft. When her petals fall, they hit like bullets. Oh no, she isn't dicosmist. There are miracles is inside her. She is confident. She's sleek, different. She won't change for anyone