Present time
She tried to remind herself that beauty was only skin deep, but that didn't offer any helpful excuses when she was berating herself for never knowing what to say to people.
There was nothing more depressing than an ugly girl with no personality.
It hurts, because deep inside, she knew who she was, and that person was smart, kind, and often even funny, but somehow her personality always got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth.
She found herself saying the wrong thing, or more than often, nothing at all.
I guess you can say we have two personalities:
The one during the day,
If we were asked if we're happy,
We would say "absolutely"
We're happy and we don't need any help
We're completely okay.
But then there's the other
That at 2am, sits alone in their room
Wondering if anyone likes them at all
Asking themselves what's the point
In any of this
The one that is in pain
And this is the one that needs to be shown
How beautiful they are.
