Uncomfortable she walks
how noble could she be,
Dressed like a bin,
Trashy, trashy she's been.
Wear a long dress,
Cover your legs,
Don't be obnoxious or oblivious,
How though when it's all laborious.
Stared at the mirror for hours,
Saw the same face they oppressed,
Deep inside stays an innocent soul,
Made to feel like a mole.
Beautiful they tell her she is
Little do they know she live in a mist,
Where everything beautiful is made blurry,
Only she could bury, as she looks by,
Bulky around society,
Her soul became her own burden,
Couldn't bear to look at,
Searching for acceptance
In a broken society.
That lacks intelligence.
She screams in silence.
Only her innocent soul could hear,
Only her could see her scars,
And avoided the tears,
And filled all the void,
With stories from different sources
Of the Broken Image.
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The Heart's Journey.
PoetryHeyy These are poems from my heart. Hope you enjoy. A collection of poems that explore the human condition and the emotions that make us who we are, from joy and wonder to heartbreak and despair.Enjoy your stay leave a vote too thank youuu. <3. (I'd...
