I wonder what makes her so.

What causes her the need to cut me down like that?

Because in doing so she only makes me cut myself.

But the realms… The realms make me beautiful more then I could ever imagine.

Every head would turn, men would poke their uncles, cousins, aunts, sisters, to dance with me.

But no I am Ann, poor ugly Ann, the girl who is teased by Felicity and mocked by Pippa.

I root through my bag until I find my needle, and looking down at my wrist, I make a mark, one that won't stop hurting me, forever.

I'm really sorry if this sounded weird, I had this in my head and 5 free minutes on the computer.