I devoted my time
To a porcelain painting
Crafted delicately
Quiet as a mime
Blood blushed cheeks
Dead darling eyes
Sick smooth skin
Demon dancing lips
Not beautiful enough
But it was pretty good
At shadowing the truth
As it should
The moment I went to place
On my new, manipulative face
It broke into pieces of plastic shards
On which I dance atop for yards
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This Is The Sad Part
PoetryA selection of poems I've written that represents my experience with depression, anxiety, and other mental health issues.
