I wake up everyday
In a body that i hate.
The thoughts fill my head,
And cloud my vision.
I wanna escape,
But i cant break free from this prison.
The chains keep me held tight,
And scar my body.
Who i wish to be
An who i am
Are not the same person,
But an aspect of my own imagination.
The mirror is a reflection
Of who i let myself become
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The Rose That Grew From Concrete
PoetryPoems I've wrote over the years From a young teenager to the adult I am today. Poems have always been my way to express how I'm feeling an what I'm going through, it's Me being vulnerable, laying it all out there. I always said "if I don't talk abo...
