Insecurities...
Where do I begin?
From the outgrown, hair towards the waist...
I feel like an absolute disgrace!
For pathetic potato I shall be, 🥔
no hope lies within me.
No kind words can change this face.
The magazine covers will always make me feel this way. 📰
For the fake skin I can't own,
reasons don't need to be told... ❌
If I even got married, 💍
the ring wouldn't fit, because my fingers like a stack of chips! 🍟
For why was I born this way?
Can I work it out? 🚲
Take my insecurities away,
and secure my goals?
Lose this look I will!
No plastic surgery will do... 🚫
Just doing what I want to do! 😅
YOU ARE READING
•Depressive•Poems•
PoesíaEllo everybody! This book is specifically about •depressive• poems. I didn't put in the {•The Unspoken Truth•} because it would probably send-up quite random poems, with joyful •poem's• toward •depressive• poems. So I hope that isn't to much trouble...
