Her life was like a poem.
A poem no one wanted to recite or retell to anyone.
All alone,with no one to share her likes and dislikes because of who she was.
Judged by the world,by society, by her loved ones,
She began judging herself too.
Makeup, weaves &wigs, nail polish, clothes that never fit.
She did everything to be noticed,
To be loved,
To belong.
Yet that never worked.
It only lead to anger,depression, despair.
It went so far.....she started cutting.
She started wearing long sleeved shirts to cover up bloody bruises and scars she had engraved onto her body.
Staying up late at night,
Praying to God that someone would notice,
That someone would walk up to her and say "everything will be OK",
But no one ever did,
Because no one cared.
Spending a numerous number of days & nights,
Looking at her reflection on a mirror,
Only to see a girl with a shattered life,
A girl was manipulated by society to thinking that beauty is everything,
That in order to belong or to fit in, you were to change your true identity.
Little did I know that,that reflection she saw in a mirror,
Was a reflection of me.
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Trivia: I wrote this poem at 2am in the morning, after a nightmare that I had had while I was asleep.
-fluffyjumpy (aka.Angel)
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