She colored her hair a color
That was not her own.
Removed her glasses,
She put in
Color contacts.
She painted her nails
A black color.
She put the
Thick eyeliner on.
She wore crop tops
And tight skinny jeans.
She sprayed perfume
Before she left her house.
The ink stained
Her scarred skin.
What is she doing?
Changing the beautiful parts of her?
They all made her feel this way.
You can thank all of them.
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Take Me Home (Original Poems)
PoetryThese are the words that fill my head. Original poems.
