I look in the mirror and what do I see?
Hair that falls to freely it shines
Red blotches all over, but they've always been there
A little acne but I don't care
A little more skin than most
And I'm not trying to boast,,
Just stating facts
Stretch mark along stretch mark
Oh how hideous they seem
But to me they have meaning
Long torso, stubby legs
But they always did me good
When gracing the stage
Legs so hairy their scary, I know
But why should I care unless they are to show
To some I am ugly, even hideous it could seem
But to me I am better than I've ever been
They say they wished they had my confidence
And I'm glad they think it's a compliment
And I will take it as so
But that statement can be a little problematic
Because while they will say that,
They will not work on themselves
They will wallow in self pity
And wish to be pretty
And fail
Because beauty is not what you think it is,
Beauty is what someone sees, this is true
People think that beauty is something they've been perviously shown
Beauty to them is what they've been told is beautiful
While beauty to me is in...
Everything
Some things are prettier to me than others
That all depends on tastes and preferences
I certainly don't think I'm prettier than others but I'm pretty for me
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This is something I wrote on a whim, in front of a mirror. I'm not completely sure if the message came across correctly. I do not want to seem as if I'm incredibly over confident/ conceded, I'm not, and if I am I try not to be,, well anyway, take care good friends
-gabby
YOU ARE READING
A look into my universe (a collection of poems/ essays I wrote) 💫
PoetryTitle pretty much explains it,, - - This book probably won't ever be finished,, - - - I am no poet I just write what comes to mind,, - - - - I hope you enjoy this OVER EXAGGERATED version of my life, through my eyes!!
