There were little to no pieces of her scattered mind
Only of which she called through
Her communicative arteries brought forth recurring hope
Yet every time she flung it aside
It wasn't in her intentions, only in her thoughts
The thoughts that rendered her thoughtless
Her words were stuck on a precipice, shaken in ice
Yet they never gave away
Her heart was as big as her body, but she thought nothing of it
Not all skinny people are beauties in the day
She was one too-a broken piece of nothingness
A shadow mingled with dust and ashes of self doubt
That's who she was, but she never let it show
You see, pain is but a feeling
The longer you tame it, the more it grows
Like wildfire, that's who she was
Nobody is perfect, and perfectionism lasts only through the heart
Likewise, she was no beauty in the core of her being
Only a little girl, yet to know
Still pictures take time even if they come out perfect
And she was a princess of long long ago
Maybe not in the eyes of today or tomorrow
But in the days of the past
A glowing damsel in happiness
Her image is not who she was, is, or ever will be
The girl inside her, the living ember of hope
The one who sees through everything; everyone's shallowness and depth
That's who she was, is and ever will be
The one with eyes, the one whose arteries flow with hope
Teeming with life, love and everything nice
That's who she wants to be
That's who she asks to be
When they say, don't judge her by how she looks
Do they mean it? Do their hearts mean it?
Humanity is sick, if they meant it
She would have been a different person
A person with hopes, dreams and smiles that destroyed her self doubt to bits
That's what everyone wants no?
Happiness, and in her mind,
That's who she ever sees.
YOU ARE READING
Blaze
PoetryA collection of songs intertwined in her head that she weaves into a web of intellectual words and let's them flow free in the form of poetry. **actually really cringey poetry that I wrote in the span of a year when I was 14**
