Nice to know
You speak about me
Behind my back
Ever so often
In hushed tones;
In whispers
And in eyes darting back and forth
Spotlight all shining down upon
A facade
Isn't it strange
That your own blood can make
You feel loved
And yet
They can break you into half
Over and over again?
And isn't it funny
How you talk
About my looks and my body
Only because
You seem to despise me
For not meeting
Society's standards
Of impossibility?
Well,
I'm sorry
For I cannot change
What you gave me.
Because you are my own blood;
You were the ones
That gave me my face
And my body
And don't you dare say
You never brought me up
To talk in such a "vile" way
Because I am your mirror
In some sickened and twisted way
YOU ARE READING
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...
