People always say,
Your beautiful just the way you are,
But they don't know.
They don't know the struggle I go through,
To look in the mirror and point out all my flaws.
To unknowingly dig my grave just a bit deeper.
They don't know.
They can pretend to understand,
But,
I don't want their pity.
I just want to be normal.
To feel beautiful.
I can lie.
I can lie to everyone,
Even myself.
As much as I hate receiving pity,
I always manage to give it to myself.
The ugly me in the mirror.
The ugly me that cries myself to sleep.
The ugly me that prays I'll wake up,
And see the beauty in me.
They don't understand,
And they never will.
So I'll bite my tongue,
Blink back my tears,
And smile.
Smile that ugly fake smile,
That has everyone fooled,
Even me.
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Don't Look Me in the Eye
PoetryNot just poems anymore, I guess. More like little things where I have no place for them. Basically the poems/short stories/rambles that appear in my head that I have to write down. Enjoy? Trigger warning, I think. Sorry for changing the title a lot...
