Who Is Beauty?

I hear this beast they speak of.

I don't know her by name.

I hear them say her grey-rimmed eyes

Turn sunshine into rain.

I hear them call her wicked,

But I don't think they see.

For every time I look at her,

She's beautiful to me.

They say she's nothing special.

That she's just another girl.

But I find her to be the most

Intriguing thing in the world.

They say she was intriguing.

But I know they didn't see.

And even with her blood red wrists,

She's beautiful to me.