Look in the mirror, what do you see?
I see a teenager, with the face of a overjoyed child. Large rosy cheeks, bones barely noticeable from the thick layer of skin atop them. Full Lips formed into the shape of a pout, colored a dark pink. Eyes that can kill with one look, big brown and layered with sheets of hazel under the brown creating a illusion of deepness. Long feminine lashes, gifted from my fathers side. Eye brows thin, and perfectly placed on my bone. Dark circles under my eyes from the recent loss of sleep. Freckles covering my cheeks in awkward places, then a line of them riding up my neck in the shape of a āZā. Scruffy medium Brown hair falling in curly waves just below my broad shoulders. A widows peak beginning on the top of my head stabbing downward. Ears basically stapled to the side of my head, staying straight. A few bones and veins barely noticeable popping from my neck and just below. I see something not beautiful, but pain stricken.
Now look in the mirror and tell me what you see. I guess I got bored one day, this was stashed away In my Microsoft Works, I just stumbled upon it; Song of the day: The Take's Over, The Break's Over- Fall Out Boy P.s. I listened to this song like 40 times when I had no internet...
ii-x-AdorkablePsycho-x-ii · Thu Mar 31, 2011 @ 12:27am · 0 Comments |