The mirror on the wall
is loose and unhinged
displaying a girl
in a corset of skin
stretched taut over bones
who cry their displease
To be moulded and shaped
to fit at the seams
of her lace bodice gown
That's never felt 'quite right'
As it clings to her body
That feels a little too tight
Like plastered on smiles
That hang falsely on lips
stretched into a thin line
Like the valley of her hips
Whose card board-esque shape
Still hints at the gown
That like the plastered on smile
Feels turned upside down
Like the faint veil of illusion
the girl once possessed
To feel at home and safe
In the bodice of a dress.
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Handle With Care (Poetry)
PoetryThis is a collection of the poems that I've written, the main themes you will find in this collection, are depression, love, and homosexuality. there will be others of course, the occasional funny one, a themed poem etc. I wrote most of these in the...
