Despite my harshly cold side, there is beauty within me. My thoughts are all of my own. They may not be what anyone expected or wants to hear. Many people may overlook me because I'm not conventionally understood. I am a rare jem and it's hard for someone to appreciate that. There is beauty in my aloneless. There is still beauty even in my darkest days when my ugly side can get the best of me. My thoughts of idependence will probably out-live me. That's ok, though.