i crave the potential to be pretty,
and envy those who don't have to self pity,
nothing is more draining than doing my makeup at nine thirty,
yet every time i finish it i still feel so fucking dirty.
i barely want to leave my front door,
never mind building the courage to walk to the local store,
i close my curtains in pure daylight,
to conceal such a hideous sight.
with no idea which version the world perceives of me,
because it changes each time i glance in the mirror to see,
eye contact makes me uncomfy,
because i'm afraid if you look for too long you'll recognise the same me i see.
and god i have lost feelings for so many people,
because it doesn't even feel legal.
to love them?,
for them to love me?,
i cant even love myself,
i cant even use the word like.
interpretation:
this poems about self image& body image and how draining it is, and how it can effect relationships with other people as well as our relationship with being kind to ourselves.
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forget me not.
PuisiThis is my first poetry collection i've ever written, it covers several topics. A lot are based on love and relationships but it also covers a lot of sensitive topics such as mental illness, domestic violence, sexual assault, homophobia etc. I've ne...
