I am every insecurity to exist:
uneven eyes, one too small for the other— distant, they became.
A nose like a scribbled doodle an unattended toddler drew.
Hair with no direction, each strand standing uneasy— constantly in danger.
Two faces in one, harmony left too soon to finish; a failed masterpiece.
Lips no one desires to kiss.
A body no one could embrace, pieces too big to fit together; independent, she was forced to be.
Talentless, just a try-hard.
Questions everything, yet answers are only mutters; failed poetry.
"Seeks attention," they described.
Stole personalities— fitting it all in, hoping to fill the void
but each one collapses and causes calamities.
Messy, unbalanced, and too typical.
She
ceases security at every every exist.
YOU ARE READING
Dazed Off
Poetry𝑰 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒕; 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚... 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕. A collection of poems...
