poetry

blurryface

blurryface

she hid her insecurities,
it was a manifestation of doubt,
she kept her fears to herself,
afraid that anybody would find out.

it was herself that she loathed,
from her head to her toe,
she despised every last inch,
terrified that anybody would know.

it was something that people wouldn't understand,
because trust me, i do not,
i don't understand how someone so wonderful,
would think that they were not.

she was quite a lovely girl,
with a laugh so contagious,
and eyes that pierced through souls,
with lips so flirtatious.

she had a smile so relaxed and lazy,
and a heart of gold,
she surely drove all the boys crazy,
but kept stories untold.

you would look at her and think,
oh, not of flaw a trace,
but little did you know that she was known as
blurryface.
-f.m