𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕧𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖: A collection of poems and opinions

4

The mirror on the wall 

mocks me, making me cry

 I am pretty or fit or tall 

Not smart, sporty nor sly

 My words I'm shy to show 

The courage buried within

 My creativity's hidden glow

 Is my brain a sin? 

 The devil within get to me 

Highlighting my faults 

Not letting me see 

My worth above the taunts 

 For once my angel 

Suffered, felt helpless 

I let the devil become danger 

Make me feel worthless 

 Not anymore I give up 

taunts and haunts are enough 

Time to throw out thoughts corrupt 

Not impossible but surely tough 

 This time will not last forever 

My strengths will shine 

At the end of this endeavour 

My face decored with a smile