She wants to defy you, she wants to ruin your opinions of the general, trod through your daydreams, but she wants you to see her. She'll come and be bitter, she won't smile, yet the paint stains on her arms smile at you. She'll smile if she knows you, wait, if she likes you, no...when she wants to. The pressure in her head won't allow her peace, no...the pressure in her heart won't allow her peace, because that bitter hole never healed like they said it would. The only hope she sees are children, the small and unspoilt. Give her an outspoken child and she would fiercely protect. She lavishes love on those who have lack of, unknown to her the source of the love when she needs to give...is forever. Just as she protects the small, the small protect her in larger ways than evident, they help her forgive, they show her love outside containers and they block her bitter thoughts to herself. And she never learnt love from examples, she has no memory of demonstrated love til late, yet she didn't need such, she makes herself new memories just as you and i make for ourselves new memories, and she's so beautiful.
I heard him say "What makes you different, makes you beautiful".

Agreed.