Every time I go out
I feel so insecure
About the dress I'm wearing
The design
The color
The cut
My skin showing off
I feel so insecure
About the makeup I'm wearing
I see all these other girls
With primer
With contour
Fake eyelashes
The color on their eyelids
Yet I feel like I should know what I'm doing
I'm a cosmetology student
I feel like I should no better
Yet I always compare myself to others
The fact other girls can fill out a dress
Also be so fine
In a small dress
Goddamn I hate it
The high heel shoes
The color
And
The design
Looks so pretty
But I can never wear them
Unless I forget the pain
Yet I saw two of them taking off their heels
And walking out in the goddamn rain
Why I can't I feel good about what I'm wearing, you may ask?
Even if it's just simple words
I can't address myself that way
My mind goes in reverse
I try to shut it off
But my demons keep coming back
In color
In design
I align the emotion with color
I align design
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poemsbygrace
PoetryThis book is a mix of poems and my diary entry's. I've been at a loss for words for the past 2 or so years after writing i story I practically surrogatly lived through and proudfully deleted. I've been trying to make a new start for myself since the...
