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I stare at my face, reflected
on the polished mirror. My eyes
scrutinising, as they take in each
and every flaw they perceive.
My eyes — they are too
large, framed by lashes that
are far and few, with a dull
shade of copper brown and
messy brows on top.
My nose — not sharp in
shape, soft and blunt at
the button-like tip with
no definition to its bridge
or to its temple.
My skin — scarred and blemished
with pink, coloured with
one too many shades of
brown and pores all around.
My lips — far too thick for my
face, a pale shade of ugly
grey encasing the dry and flaky
skin with a lack of pinky pigment.
My voice — too deep for the likes of
my parents, too harsh and dark
and unlike that of a girl with husky tones.
I scoff bitterly, my eyes narrowed.
I think back, all the way back,
wondering just how people find
any of this pretty at all.
My eyes dart left and right,
from my blemished forehead to
my scornful eyes, my blunt nose,
my scarred cheeks and my pale lips.
I stare once more, searching; I
dig into my own features, trying to
find what it is that people
seem to see that I cannot.
My eyes — too large and dull
and lack eyelashes.
My eyebrows — messy with barely
any hair to see.
My nose — shapeless and one
with no definition to it.
My skin — scarred and blemished
and ugly to even look at.
My lips — too large and dry and
grey and pale.
My voice — too deep and dark
and unlike what a woman sounds like.
I wonder, and wonder, and wonder; relentless in my search. Oh, what is it that people see, that I cannot even fathom?
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🥀 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐬 🥀
Poetry🥀 A small collection of poetry - mostly poems about love and attraction but a LOT of other themes are to be expected - written by yours truly with random spurts of inspiration 🥀 🥀 All of them follow the free verse device and use a lot of metaphor...
