By: Jenny Alforria
My wounds make you feel uncomfortable.
My depth scares you away.
My intelligence makes you non functional.
And my heart is too much for you to take.
My strength intimidates you.
My seriousness confuses you.
My goals make no sense to you.
But my exterior beauty attracted you
and fooled you.
You thought I was just another pretty face.
It’s a shame because my interior is even more beautiful,
But you rather run away.