Who are you to my nothing
To my silent pain
To the names I've been called
To the words I wished to be said
Why bother asking yourself
Such simple questions
When you already know the Answers
When you already know what you've done and who you are
The lies and the sins
They're stapled to you back
Those words they'd said
"Liar" "Fake", You know they aren't true
But still when they're said
It's another mark to you
Another slash of the wrist
Or another failed attempt
When you look in your mirror
Is that what you see
The words they're tattooed onto you
The words you'll never escape
But don't you see?
That's not what we see
We see a beauty that every wrong word
Will never be able to crush or understand.
We see a beauty
We see a beautiful you
YOU ARE READING
Dandelions For The Forgotten Souls
PoetryPoems are a song of the heart without any music. Dandelions are much like a thought, gone with the wind.
