** I'm not really sure what this is or when I wrote it. I just found it on my computer and figured I'd submit it here. I'm guessing this is only part of it and i stopped before writing the others.
I only admire one person in this world. Many don’t know her for who she really is. If you walk by her in the hall, you only stare, laugh, and discourage her from what could have been flourished dreams. She seems so happy from the outside, but only one person knows her inner thoughts, her inner desires, what she believes in, and who she really is. People may call her a “freak†or a “nerd†or a “slut†and label her after that one stare, but she refuses to be thought of as one of the many cliques developing in this dreadful society. Behind those broken eyes, the layered clothes, the uniqueness in appearance, there lies the many virtues that make up such a wonderful person.
