They hate my flaws,
I do too.
Searching something that doesn't even exist,
I better dare not to.
It's hard to seek a gleam of light,
When everything's covered by darkness.
It's hard to find a complete masterpiece,
When everything's shattered into pieces.
Smiling and laughing in front of the crowd,
Yet, otherwise when I'm alone.
Screaming ang blaming for all of my foolishness,
Literally, I'm The Worse For Hating Myself.
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Skeletons In Her Closet
RandomWelcome to her closet! Here lies all her skeletons. Sketelons that were supposed to be 6 ft. under. #1 in Englishpoems 06/21/2021 #1 in Escapist 11/21/2021 ✿
