A Different Kind of Beautiful

There's a ruined place that I call home. Unbalanced colors of depressed portraits hang uneven. Is this where I belong?......and now, I have wings in this oh so desolate sky with no escape. I bare my heart for the world to see for I am not ashamed to be myself, even in this ruined place that I call home. I welcome you with open arms. My mirrors speak to me in unison.....how does it feel to be a different kind of beautiful? I see paradise within these walls that you find disaster......and I cry. You don't see what this does to me, it becomes harder to break these words away from my emotions. For an empty verse defeats the purpose of being me. You read this chapter not knowing that with each word, you take a step higher upon my tree of velvet leaves. Can you feel it? Its a different kind of beautiful. The kind that takes you miles away from unhappiness. For me, this is the way its suppose to be. Where I belong, somewhere on a black and white street walking in the rain with my head down.....I'm ok but u don't know that. You think I'm sad not seeing that these black and white streets put me at ease, like closing my eyes and hearing music in the sunrise and that the rain brings me a sense of comfort. If only everything were that simple. For you, a vision put before you is all you see, I like the way the water looks when the sky swims through it, can u see it? Its a different kind of...........