My soul found a home in me. What others see does not matter. Neither do the words that flow out of the streams of their saliva-filled mouths. I am everything. My father always calls me beautiful and they hate to see that their insensitive and snide remarks have no effects on me. My skin shines as bright as the fake smiles they throw at me when our eyes meet. But I cannot be deceived as I know that they are capable of all emotions expect love.