Dear Diary,
Sometimes i look in the mirror
and i hate what i see.
Is it the mirrors fault or is it really just me.
Why can't adulting just let me be.
Now I'm insecure to the bone
and just the change of your tone
Can sent me into orbit,
Or a gracious childlike fit.
YOU ARE READING
Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY
PoetryLetters to the ones I love, the ones I used to love, and the ones I haven't loved yet. From an unhealed soul. Letters from the Unhealed explores my personal young adult journey through poetry. Ever since the day I turned 18 the world seemed to hav...
