That time has come.
It\'s here, right here, right now.
The tip of the iceberg.
I am outdone.
The Dark Ages filled with tears because the \"tear\" of my skin leaving a scar. Baking the makeup to \"make-up\" a smile that isn\'t even real.
Where is the true happiness?
I feel broken, but then again everyone is a little dead inside. We just have trouble knowing that we are. Many of us cover it up by saying lies about others. Even the significant ones. And many confide in their lies to cope with themselves. It\'s not a great thing but I can\'t deny myself to lying to myself to make me feel better.
Because I am better.
Better than that.
It\'s not enough to lie to be or feel pretty. Flaws are what make me. So even then they will shine through the Dark Ages. And Dark is Beautiful because my skin says so.