The silent screams that bellow from my soul. I'm yelling at the top of my lungs, but you can't hear me. You don't see the pain behind the smile, all you hear is the laughter through the pain, and no matter how many times I tell you I'm fine; you believe me. I just want to yell at the top of my lungs and say “Why should I even bother with love if no one will ever love me or the body I possess?” I didn't choose this face. I didn't choose this body. I didn't choose my personality, it just; happened. I don't know why I can't see my beauty I just know that it's hard to sometimes ... I went to school. I knew what was going to happen; pain, agony. But I still went, I had to. One by one, insult by insult they broke me down; “Weird”, “Ugly”, “Fat”,
