Who am I?
I do not even know
For it really seems as though
I have lost myself
In this process
Of trying to look
Like those models
In their painted,
Glossy,
Doll-like and made up portfolios
For alongside the numbers
In which I have lost
The absence of my laughter
Have now been all slowly washed
Taken
And stolen
By the thief of the night
Leaving me with nothing
But a half-empty glass...
No,
For my glass did not even
Fill itself up to the brim
For I have hurt the foundation
Of the "I" and the "me"
Starving myself
Terrified with what
My body was meant to be
Who am I?
For I no longer can put on a show
As this is the girl
I no longer know
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sunflowers by the sea
PoetryThe book 'sunflowers by the sea' is a compilation of poems I have written. It is about the wonders over the hardships as well as complications of the human life, where the highs and the lows, the dos and the don'ts, as well as the desperate hopes of...
