First Drafts
- Reflection -
Who is she,
who's staring at me?
Whose eyes have dark bags underneath
probably from lack of sleep
caused by excessive overthinking.
Whose lips are so dry and rough
that the skin peels off.
Whose pimple scars are obvious
in which she tried so hard to hide
with a thick layer of make up.
Whose cheeks are fat,
that every time she smiled,
she looked like a chipmunk.
Who is that girl,
who consumes herself with self-loathing.
Who is she? She is me.
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PoetryFeatured on the Wattpad Anthologies Profile. @WattpadAnthologies As the clock ticks, the pen on her hand taps rhythmically to the words in her head. Her finger runs through the cover of the journal, and her mind goes on a trip to memory lane, bringi...
