I am ugly.
When I look in the mirror, I only see myself.
Not the person I wish I was.
Not someone happy, someone lovable.
Only the engravings of pain placed upon my skin.
The lies still dripping from my lips as I hide how I truly feel.
The sadness thats simply covered with a crooked smile.
The undeniable truth that,
I am me.
And I am broken.
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Wild Nightmares Fueled By Anxiety Attacks
PoetryIt's just some poems I come up with. There some if everything; mostly sad, some confused, some mad. It's more of to just write what's on my mind. Some poems are more I need to get it of my chest and other I feel like I need to talk about a problem. ...
