On The Inside

Hit them with a little bit of crazy;

suddenly my heart it grows.

The insides of me aren’t bland;

they are as enigmatic as it gets.

You see the colors inside me?

They are like my personal rainbow.

If what’s on the inside matters more,

I am glad my insides glow.

Every pattern, every color, every design, every drawing,

it is hiding a dent, a blow, a scratch, that made me strong.

It makes me happy that all those times made me what I am;

stronger, smarter, better.

My beauty on the inside is made by love and heartbreak.

But it makes my smile pure;

it makes my outsides real.

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