“I wish I can be
pretty like the other girls.
They already look good
without even trying.
Even when they sleep,
even when they cry,
even when they shout,
they make someone else’s day bright.
Pretty eyes, pointed nose, red lips,
I will never experience having those things.
And it breaks me when I look at the mirror
because what it reflects is the image of the person
that I never wanted to be.”
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PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. But I don't want for us to stay living with that mindset, because I still believe that help...
