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.