I'm weary of myself
Of my plastic face
If it melts
People will run from what is leftIt's not a sweet smile
But a thin lipped line
There are no shiny eyes
Rather those filled with a void.It's not the face of an angel
But rather a reflection of sin
If I show you my real self
Would you want me then?
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Inside Her Mind.
PoetryThis little bunch of poems that I am writing is 'how' I feel sometimes 'what' I feel sometimes... these are views towards life and relationships with people and all my compressed thoughts expressed.... They reflect me people I know and what they wan...