peace. i am painted on buildings and logos. usually you would think i’m happy to be popular, but everyone sees the wrong side of me. they just see my outer beauty, even though i don’t think there is any there anyways. they all think i’m pretty, therefore bringing peace. they don’t even know what goes on in my head. it’s a jumble of thoughts, depressive and insane. i can barely focus on anything good. everyone only sees my outside. they shall never know that the “peace” is truly chaos…