6 years old.
blue ribbon, silk ribbon,
streaming through my hair.
pigtails, toothless smile,
mirror, am I pretty yet?
10 years old.
ponytail, bobby pins,
taming my messy hair.
chubby thighs, crooked smile,
mirror, am I pretty yet?
14 years old.
straight hair, lipstick,
mascara running down my face.
trembling knees, broken smile,
mirror, am I pretty yet?
16 years old.
messy bun, chapped lips,
sobbing eyes and bloody wrists.
bony thighs, fake smile,
mirror, am I pretty yet?
NONE OF THIS IS MY PROPERTY
YOU ARE READING
Depression Quotes
Poetry*TRIGGER WARNING* If this stuff triggers you, you may not want to read this 'story'. Written by Robin
