Dark, is my thing..! Even if you don't like it,
It's my thing, Natural looking even if
I look like a mask of soot, it's my thing
Every time I'm looking in the mirror
I'm thinking, Is it really worth it,
Suffering from within..? Maybe I'm
Not beautiful because my smile is hidden
Under the layers of makeup, I'm
Living with fake skin, it's not my thing
In the attempts to look like a daisy
When in my heart a crimson rose is planted
Will you like me..? If you know how I am..?
This world is crushing me in its palm
Will I learn to love myself for who I am..?
It's hard for me, why am I answerable
To live in what is mine..? Why does it hurt them
To see me as I am..? Sometimes,
I'm dark... More in my thoughts than in my skin.
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Hatsuhinode, The First Sunrise.
PoetryEver heard about 'The land of the rising sun..'? Yes, That's Japan. And Hatsuhinode in Japanese means 'The First Sunrise.' of the year which also remarks a major celebration in Japan. This book comes to you as that first sunrise you might need, to c...
