As I look around me,
All I see are pretty faces,
Perfect bodies,
All around one,
Messed up and ugly me,
I feel my heart break slowly,
And try to cover my face,
With some hair or my hands,
Trying to be casual,
Because they can't know,
My insecurities,
As they continue to look,
The way they do,
Perfection on their faces,
I want to go and find,
A brown paper bag,
And cover my face,
Because I do not belong,
In this world,
Of pretty faces,
And perfect bodies,
So please give me a paper bag,
And go on your way.
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Depression Poetry Book
PoetryThis is where I will write my poems. These poems are based off my feelings and life, so mostly, if not all of them are sad. - Poems will be added when I get inspired to write them.
