Your mind is clouded
The past has made it mark,
And you keep yourself bounded.
You keep your eyes closed and ask "what is 'true beauty'"
It's the strength after every tear the bandage over every cut.
Its the broken heart laying in your chest.
Some look at people and see "beauty"
But the only true beauty is 'Hidden Beauty'
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My Poems
PoetryI usually write poems when I'm sad or upset. That's when I write my poems the best. So there wont be that many happy poems. I hope you like the ones I have. Thank you for even reading this.
