In beauty she sings In laughter she talks In sorrow she comforts But in pain she dries her eyes There are so may stories about this young girl For the reason there are many of her, In diffrent sizes,shapes,colors,and genders she walks But nobody knows why she wont talk She wont speak her feelings So here i am I am her. I feel her She runs me. I am out of control. Dont let her control you Be happy be humble be yourself. -A.H.