Ghosts of Broken Past,
they haunt her so much;
The make her feel fat,
Stealing her smile,
Making her anxious inside.
She carries extra weight,
getting heavier every hour,
by the minute;
Luggage of rejections,
her whole life has acquired,
making her feel invisible,
Unwanted and unloved,
like she could go through walls and not get noticed!
See-through body,
howling voice,
creeps people out,
Yet funny enough to make them laugh and call her ghoul.
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Webbed Thoughts
PoetryRanked: #71 on Poetry Category November 16, 2016 Don't judge the book by it's cover, Have a look inside to uncover.. Even titles doesn't matter, For the content of a Book or a person's character, Isn't always defined by what people see on the outs...
