Black Thorn

Look at me.. What do you see? Pretty indeed. But do you really see me? Underneath the concrete, where I feel so incomplete.. The beauty of my scars.. Where life became so hard, that I put up my guard. Or how bout the day I was born. Getting through this chaotic storm.. Where I got pricked by a black thorn. That torn away my insanity, to help me transform. But you don't see that do you? Pretty indeed. But thats all you see. Not really me..