My parents thought I wasn't good enough

Depression was something that entered my mind

Then I left depression at the door and entered with a huff

Rage became my way to fufill my emotions and not be kind

I couldn't show weakness to others because then I was a coward

Who would love someone like me? 

Make others fear me is what made me feel great... empowered.

That made me happy most days until bad thoughts carried me like the sea.

I wanted to be loved by anyone, I prayed for help. Please.

I begged and begged to find the thing that would set me free. 

Searching was something that couldn't be done with ease.

It need to be something or someone that would love me.

All I wanted was happiness. It was the thing I'll crave for eternity.

I had to find my Beauty.