if beauty is subjective
why has no ones mind
chose me to love
chose me to find
beautiful
i am beautiful
but i dont think so
because beauty is subjective
and i find myself so
ugly
so if i think im
ugly
but others do not
what does that make me?
a liar?
the only truth in a whisper of voices,
telling me i am beautiful?
i am
someone torn
in between truth and make believe
because it only counts
if i love me
and i dont.
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Random Poetry
Poetry(TW: Depression, suicide, eating disorders, death, substance abuse, and self harm.) I like to write poetry so ima just put it all in here lmao
