She was a girl different from everybody else. You see, while all others wore a small pink heart a silver chain around their neck, she wore hers on her sleeve. The heart was larger than normal, and stuck to her wrist with a small golden chain.
The heart was gaudy, with all sorts of things showing from it. From it you could see all of her sins, as well as the virtues, and often they fought. Though all was well, for her personality always sorted the fights out.
From it, all of her hobbies were shown. Her drawing skills were always painting. Her writing skills ever writing. She never had a moment when her heart was dull.
When she was sad, her heart was blue. When she was mad, her heart was red. Happiness was symbolized by a deep purple.
The heart had pens, and pencils, and other such things. It had times when it burned intensely hot, and times when it was a blizzard-like cold.
The heart was ugly, and beautiful at the same time. At times, it was sometimes not even there. To many she disliked it stayed hidden. There were not many she loved to show its beauty to.
No one else she knew had a heart like hers. The others showed things, and sometimes spoke hidden thoughts, too, but never did she meet another like herself. It was, to say the least, disheartening.