The moon was a shimmering wreck. Spooned out, it's spine curved. She mimicked the creasant; arms curled around herself, knees tucked up to her chest. As she stared up at the silver- speckled sky, salty tears once again began their journey down her defined cheek bones.
Blue. This was her name. She didn't suit it: big brown eyes sparkled symmetrically above her button nose and plump pink lips.
Chestnut hair hung against her cheeks in a curled fashion. She couldn't see how beautiful she was... So she sat and wondered. Wondered how an Earth so fresh, so nestled in beauty, could hold such merciless beings on its ever-drooping shoulders.
The reasons for her tears remained unknown to all but her. She knew how worthless, stupid, fat, ugly, disgusting she was. To have those she loved point it out only added to her piercing insecurity. Because she knew she wasn't pretty enough, popular enough, kind enough for them. She knew. That's what made her feel so blue.
