Why is it that
I am never enough
That I am always the glass
That cannot seem to be filled up?
Why is it that
I am always the one
Having to hide
Behind the smiles and the laughs
Burying my sadness
Shoving my feelings away
Locking
And throwing
The keys to an unknown place?
Why is it that
I am so hard on myself
Whenever I look into the mirror
I feel angry
And sad
Over the fact
That I never seem small nor good enough
For although I may have said
The numbers on the scale do not matter
That I am stronger
Than the voices
Whispering in my head
And yet there are days
(Like today)
Where they mess with my mind
Hurting me silently
As I bury my feelings
Even deeper inside
And worst of all
Is not the way
I am unable to please
Those strangers from the outside
Staring me down
Refusing to simply just go away
But what really hurts
Me the most
Is the fact that I
Am the meanest
And the cruelest
With my own sharp words
Cutting
And stabbing
And slashing the girl
Standing in front
Of her own looking glass
Wishing
And wishing
She could look like someone else
And throw away this sacred body
Of hers
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sunflowers by the sea
PoetryThe book 'sunflowers by the sea' is a compilation of poems I have written. It is about the wonders over the hardships as well as complications of the human life, where the highs and the lows, the dos and the don'ts, as well as the desperate hopes of...
