people run and flail all around
my blank mind full of sound,
children laugh and scream about
my family and friends jeer,
but i sit and wallow
in my puddle of dismay,
why did god put me here?
people laugh and dance around,
twirling under the night sky,
but i sit in the thoughts
of myself, trying not to cry
the sky lights up
once
twice
thrice
beautiful colors elapse the void,
the sudden boom of dynamite
made my eyes pool with water that night,
i hate myself, i really do,
but life is just so gorgeous,
so maybe i can be gorgeous too.
YOU ARE READING
The girl I am and used to be
PoetrySelf love is everything sometimes- and at other points it's nothing. Brushing your hair and teeth, picking out an outfit that doesn't make you look too put together- but still nice, washing your hands over and over until they rub raw. Self love is d...
