Pacing in my room,
With my eyes full of gloom,
I was thinking that why doesn't everyone like me?
Like, I try my best to help others and keep them happy.
So why don't they like me?
Why do they say that I'm disgusting, pathetic and scrappy?
I try my best to not hurt others, then why to them I don't sound catchy?
Why don't they like me?Making my steps towards the full-length mirror,
I felt myself nearer and clearer.
Seeing my tan complexion, my baggy eyes surrounded by dark circles,
My short height and my slim figure,
I realized that I was just one of their reversals.And then, it struck me.
Most people out in this world, judges us by our external beauty and not internal,
By not the real me.
I didn't hate anyone nor did I hurt anyone.
I knew I wasn't perfect,
But I wasn't bad enough,
To deserve words that left me wrecked.Inside, I knew I was beautiful,
So juvenile.
But externally,
I was just consumable.I never wanted to change myself and I wasn't willing to, either.
Because I knew,
That if I focus too much on my external beauty,
I'll forget the inside, the real me.
And that'll just make me a deceiver.After all, nobody's perfect.
I'm happy the way I am.
I'm not that bad looking and I can live being like this.
And someone told me,
The real beauty is on the inside,
The one that is always implied.And I guess, that was the time I realized,
That if you set out to please everyone and focus on your external self,
Too much,
You'll just lose your real self.Never set out to please everyone,
Because that's not possible being the real one.
Just stay with the people who are pleased being with the real, inside you.
And you'll be the happiest, and
You'll get through.
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Shattered Realities.
PoesíaBecause it was so much fun writing "FEELINGS", here I present you a new book filled with loads of different stuff. This is like my world in words. It just consists some of my poems, songs, verses and thoughts. I hope you enjoy and have fun reading...