Eye to eye,
a contact I make.
To a version of myself,
that stares at me through the mirror.
The focused gaze moves ,
from the little imperfections on the face,
to this body and these limbs of mine,
the ones that the world admires but I don't.
Filled with confidence with the compliments I receive,
at times, I feel a sense of comfort in myself.
At times an ugly feeling creeps,
and all I wish is to bury myself blankets deep.
Beauty podcast played on repeat,
hundreds of products I experimented on my skin.
Read a poem 'Lipstick on a Pig',
realised I could never be what I had always dreamed to be.
-V
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A Tapestry of Poetry
PoetryPoems on any and every topic or element I can come across. Join me on this journey of exploring the depths of poetry and learning different ways to mold my feelings and emotions into words that you can relate to. This is my first ever poetry book an...
