It made me strong.I took a step back, near my whole self in the mirror.I pushed back my shoulders and raised my chin, my back straight as an arrow.

They yell at me because I can't see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than theirs.

Gossip is the foul smell from the Devil's backside.

You must walk alone to find your soul.

I scared myself, because once you've thought long and hard enough about doing something that is colossally stupid, you feel like you've actually done it, and then you're never quite sure what your limits are.

She offered herself to the big, bad wolf and didn't scream when he took the first bite.

It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes that flash across the room like tiny sparrows.