Ironically, emptiness weighs heavily on my head as tears chip away at my smile. My breath is steady and my footsteps focused as I lay dying. I'm a mass of oxymorons as I scream in silence. You couldn't tell by simply looking at me though; not even my eyes can show the shattered porcelain of my soul.
My skin is shining and my eyes are playful fire. My teeth are bouncing pearls and my fingernails are purest diamonds. My mind is a sea of warring good and evil. My soul is a barren land of ash that smears chains from my fingertips at every touch. Yet only I, the girl with emerald irises, can see the ugliness of my existence.