She's looking in the mirror.
She sees everything wrong with her.
She sees how worthless, and short she is.
Uncomfortable everytime she leaves the house, her clothes are too small.
She can't stand her looks, so she hides behind her bangs.
The girl is all broken, a fuck up at most.
She was just a bloody mistake, an inconvenience in life.
Piece of shit with a canvas of ugly lines.
She wonders how she is still here. She feels worthless.
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Mindful poems
PoetrySo, I don't usually write anymore. But sometimes I do get in my feelings and write something that ends up going here. So enjoy and please if you ever feel down and like this talk to someone don't be like me and keep it all in.
