It doesn't make sense to call ourselves ugly,
because we don't really see ourselves.
We don't watch ourselves sleeping in bed
curled up and silent
with chests rising and falling along with the beat of our hearts.
We don't see ourselves reading a book,
eyes fluttering and glowing.
You don't see yourself looking at someone with
care inside your heart.
There's no mirror in your way
when your laughing and smiling and happiness is leaking out of you.
You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are
if you saw when you are truly beautiful,
Always.
YOU ARE READING
You Don't Care.
Poetry"There is nothing to writing, all you do is sit at a typewriter and bleed."
