she can't even look at the mirror
without wincing at the girl in front of her
can't even imagine
how people start complimenting
the face she was always hiding.how, why are they so good to her now
it's quite overwhelming somehow
because of the contradicting thoughts
and feelings clashing,
the wariness she's always been havingit's exhausting.
her mind being the eerie woods
at day and night
trapped with all the fake paths
even at broad daylightyes, true, she got away from town
and left some of the weight down
but, something is still there-
something that's continuously
making her drownsomehow, some pieces always stay with us
no matter where we go
thinking we already left them behind
but we never really know
what's going to happen at this show
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coffee stains
Poetrythe cracks on this cup still remains, its stains still unwashed.