What a wonderful day.
A dress I think is pretty I buy.
Looking at it makes me sigh smugly.
Wearing it does the same.
Confidence is your own shields shine.
One no one wants to recognize.
I smile in the mirror.
Dwell on the beauty of my dress.
And think I still love myself best.
Now thoughts drift to my flaws.
Not good for much if I must speak.
Not good for much if I can't cheat.
Not good for much if not with a smile.
What is my confidence worth I must think?
Doubting my only possession.
Why do I have confidence if I own so many cruel faults.
Faults that are just as worthy as a fault in ones beauty.
But still I smile.
Mirrors receive my smiles.
Since I deserve a smile every once in awhile.
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PoetryPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
