God is a scientist and I am his experiment.

We have a beautiful disaster meaning me

on our hands. God is a potter and I am clay

in his hands. I am nothing, but ashes and

yet God makes me into something beautiful.

It is a wonderful life for me, I am blessed.

I may be strong on the outside, but I am very

fragile on the inside. Silently broken, I stare at

the world longing to be heard. Silently broken,

I stare at the world longing for one kindhearted

soul to care about me. Friends may come and go,

but my family will always love me. I trade in my

enemies for happy memories and funny stories,

memoirs of a teenage angel. I see myself through

the eyes of grace and my heart is wrapped up in

a never ending embrace. I never have a reason

to hide for love is as wide and deep as the ocean.