“Hey you're beautiful and your pretty,
Yet why are you so distressed lately?I thought your friends loved you,
I thought the whole world did.You were supposed to be the epitome of perfection
Everybody dreamed to be.Little did they know your suffering.
Underneath your skin that's glittering.Why force a smile when you want to cry?
Why be polite if you want to die?Is that what they teach you?
Conceal your unavoidable issue?How about your self-esteem?
And all of your hopes and dreams?
If you're just thinking about eternally sleeping?Do you remember the last time you were happy?
A life time ago when you didn't deal with misery.Although who am I to question?
We're the same person,
stabbing our own reflection.”(p.s: this is one of the poems that I wrote in seventh grade.)
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Tacenda ➵ poems
PoetryTacenda (Noun) Things better left unsaid, matters to be passed over in silence. - all poems made by chantal horanstan//cinnamoniall-