Heaven makes us all beautiful
But on Earth, everything has a flaw
From my hands to something reputable
Can make you break and fall
We judge based on your looks, body, and personality
Pointing all of the cracks and edges
When in reality
There is no message
Everything and everyone has something unique
Yet you point it out proudly
As you watch their hearts sink
Soundly
My value in life has no meaning
As it's torn apart in pieces
The way every perfect persons energy and face is "gleaming"
While mine is shattered and full of creases
Is all based off of the person?
Or is it based on cries?
When my soul changes into a new version
Every time, they say its a lie
What is the meaning, truly?
Is it true value or none?
When all the world is lost in cruelty
And nowhere left to run.
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The Writen Indifferences || Writen by noitszephyr
PoetryBasically, this whole story is (going to be) full of poems I've written over time. Enjoy!!
