i stopped feeling pretty,
when i turned twenty-three,
pent-up hurt and negativity
has horrified, even me,
i could no longer look in the mirror
to see what i have become,
an ugly woman feeling hurt,
who couldn't ask for help from anyone,
heavy is the best word,
for my weight and feeling,
no matter what praise i would hear,
i no longer feel pretty,
a love that's always told me,
i am the prettiest in his eyes,
tried my best to smile and thank him,
as i turn my back and cry,
the world may be cruel,
but nothing's more cruel than a mind
who digs its nails deep into your psyche,
who makes sure it gets its find,
an eye for an eye,
crooked tooth for crooked tooth,
body so angry at its own image,
that it can't stand the truth,
forever floating in a universe,
where hurtful words whirl around her,
mirror reflecting an image,
a woman surrounded by words like daggers.
YOU ARE READING
letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetrya collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #1 in proses #7 poetry #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection book 3 of the poetic flowers series. other books : • a hurricane of blues • confessions i will never say and other...
