My mom always reprimands me for being
(And I quote) "Conceited".
I admit, when she says this I get all flustered and guilty
I'll apologize to her
and like we're in Abnegation or something,
I'd stay away from my mirror like it was the plague.
But then some days,
Those days where she puts me down so badly,
After I've cried silently and harshly alone,
I stare at my mirror.
Thinking. Wondering.
If no one else will,
Why can't I love me?
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Over The Ledge
Poesía"Little do you know how I'm breaking while you fall asleep" Some people turn to alcohol Some turn to drugs I have words.
