(This is a shorter one that I came up with in the middle of the night.)
One thing I hate:
Looking in the mirror.
Instead of an identical reflection,
I see words.
"Not skinny enough."
"Not pretty enough."
"Not smart enough."
"Just. Not. Enough."
"No matter how hard you try, you'll never be who you want to be, all you do is disappoint."
How would you feel if you came face to face with these words. Every single day??
What if this is all I will ever be?
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Words From a Broken Soul
PoetryThis is stuff I wrote when I had deep moments of depression, inspiration, pain, and what I wrote to keep myself from relapsing. This is an inside look to my inner-self. Enjoy it and make sure to leave me feedback!
