I am a walking contradiction and a piece of art with a pulse; br Art with much more meaning, than what is externally exposed. br Still internally scarred, although my words state otherwise. br My actions expose me in plain sight; yet, you all remain oblivious. br Words I have spoken provide a barrier strong enough to restrain my every fear br They remain concealed, portraying a being who's forgotten she's ever shed a tear. br br A seemingly confident girl stands before you; but have you noticed the way she speaks? br Obviously you have; she's stumbled upon her words and you've teased her about it for weeks. br Her pain has gone unnoticed, for she decides to laugh alongside you; occulting that which is truly consuming her inside. br A wound, still open, the root of her suffering; but she smiles confidently, pushing all the pain and hurt aside. br Why, you ask, is it always present; her lack of correct pronunciation? br Perhaps her marred ego once hindered her from direct communication. br br Before he, who had wicked intentions, stepped into my life, in myself I truly had believed; br I truly had been confident; my posture had been perfect and my speech had been flawless, until I was decieved. br Having had my self-esteem mutilated, and the pedestal I had once placed myself on, destroyed br Made me isolate myself from my surroundings, making conversations the first things I'd avoid. br I have had my ego stepped on, making it difficult to ever get back, that which has been thrown away. br Now you are left with a girl like me; tough and confident at first glance, but still recovering on the inside, day by day. br br (29 January,2012.