Those mornings when you would hesitate to look into the mirror,
For you know,you wouldn't be happy at that sight you see,
You probably din't fit into the mould that they made.
The mould which decides who is pretty and who is not.
For what are you so unsatisfied about?
You have a beautiful heart,and all that does is spread love.
Wish one day you wake up,
And that mirror no more shows what is outside,
But the inner reflection of your soul,
That is when you would realize the phenomenal beauty you possess!
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Recovery
PoetryHealing myself is what for I write, Hoping to see someday the path bright, Each time raising my expectations to great summits Just to let you know how much optimism it brings. ************************************ Feel free to share your views and op...
