No author's note this time. Song: G-Eazy - Let's Get Lost (feat. Devon Baldwin) [Bear//Face Remix]
Pretty, I can never be.
Ugly,
seeping through my veins.
Scary thoughts,
stuck in my brain.
Depression,
or something else?
Crying,
for no one to see.
Happiness,
replaced with sadness.
Anger,
lingering behind every thought.
Reassurances,
never taken seriously.
Compliments,
taken loosely.
Praise,
waved off.
Intelligence,
I have not.
Troubles,
I feel.
Shell,
is what I am.
Nothing is inside of
that terribly cracked shell,
discarded because
it cannot protect the insides anymore.
Doubt,
always hovering
like a shadow stuck to the ground,
following behind its person,
wandering without the knowledge of
whether or not they are taking the correct path.
Why can't you see?
See what I see?
The insecurities,
the self doubt,
the underlying sadness?
I know why.
Because you don't need to see.
You will never see
because I will not let you see.
You see what you want,
see the good of everything.
I'll see it too, with no need to humor you,
but that's all I will do,
see.
I will never do nor will I ever see
the things you say about me,
the things you believe I am.
Adjectives you use to describe me
fascinate me for I have no idea
why you think them of me,
why you won't believe me...
Why can't you see?
YOU ARE READING
Body {Prose Vol. 1}✔
Poetry❝A struggle with body image is a study of physicalities and of the mind itself, for the mind plays with what the eyes perceive. The body, mind, and soul are connected, and it is up to us to determine how to respect them.❞ - Me These writings are my...
