We live in a society that strives for perfection,
We settle for nothing less.
We alter our appearance, discard our feelings,
Too much work with no rest.
But since nobody else will,
Just let me tell you, if you round out your edges,
You'll have nothing left.
Don't change for people, you're imperfectly perfect,
Calm down, my love, don't stress.
YOU ARE READING
Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
