You look in the mirror, and admire your face.
For once in your life, you don't feel out of place.
Then you head off to school, and something has changed.
You feel ugly, and weird, and so very strange.
People are watching you. Or do they even know you're there?
People are judging you. Or do they even care?
Then you go home and stare at your reflection and see,
That all along you've been as pretty as can be.
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Rain Clouds
PoetrySimple poems, each with a story just behind them. ••• This book will be updated whenever I write a new poem worth posting. I draw inspiration either from my own complicated emotions, or sometimes even stories I've created in my mind. I suppose only...
