You criticize
And aluminize
Every little flaw,
On my bare skin raw,
But all you are
Is envious of my scar
Of perfection.
YOU ARE READING
sober thoughts
Poetryvolume i "she wrote it down, she kept record of them all. words expressing past emotions, details of what transpired with who, what and where. she might call it poetry or perhaps a diary but all I saw was a paper filled with words written in denial...
