one look before you feel disgusted
awful, dreadful feeling swarms in me
the embarrassment flushes into my skin
i'm nowhere in their places,
doubt has crossed my mind ever since
as i watch all those glamorous skin and eyes-
oh, to be a masterpiece must feel right
wouldn't be so nice if i can try?
but the mirrors all cracked when i break them
my hands are bleeding and tears are streaming
light up a fire and it fuels me hatred
not to you, to her, to him but to myself
a storm raging so loud,
imperfect symmetries and imperfect dreams,
led me to here
grab a knife and cut my soul
watch it bleed then my fears grow and grow
they cling to me and i can't get away
the mirrors are laughing at my face
haunting bridges and castles,
inside of me, i'm a disgusting scene
no one wants to grow flowers with me
dried leaves and wilting evergreens
the reflection mocks at me,
why can't i be pretty?
the stupidity is so upsetting
run away, hide my face
bring a fist to the glass
then watch it crack-
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places
Poetry"Places", are different paths that take you. And that is short collection of poetry takes you to different stories and places, where love took you to wonderland, a raging war and a lullaby, one's insecurities in the mirror and a chance wasted from...
