My dress was the rich green of the pine trees
With vines and leaves adorned with sequences
that shimmered when the light hit.
I stared at my reflection,
Becoming acquainted with this new girl.
She smiles at me.
We're beautiful she whispers,
Hope swelling in my chest
With this newfound feeling of beauty.
I walk out of my room with my chin high
And a skip in my step.
My parents turn as they hear
The clacking of my heels against the hardwood.
I smile at them.
They don't smile back,
Instead, their eyebrows crease with worry
And their mouths sink into a frown.
It's awfully short, my mother says.
It's not very appropriate, my father echoes.
Their voices blend in
a cacophony of disagreements
Yet I can't hear that one desired phrase.
I turn and return to the mirror
Where the girl has now wilted,
All her beauty was drained by
Their words now jabbed into her heart.
I just wanted them to say I was beautiful
She says, voice barely above a whisper.
That's all I wanted, to be told I'm beautiful.
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Escapism
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written throughout my life showing my journey of mental health struggles, unhealthy relationships, my struggle with Christianity, and eventually finding some peace and happiness in my life. Before reading, please n...
