I look at myself until I can't stand the image
I smash the mirror unhappy
I look at the shattered pieces
Each one states a fact about my life
"You're not who you used to be"
I scream without ever making a sound
I grab basic foundation that is my life
I hurriedly and sloppily apply it
I grab the smile I wear every day
As I apply another layer I lose myself
By the time I finish I'm crying
I HATE YOU
You need fake beauty to see WHO I AM
And when I give up...
My precious angel wipes it all away
And he smiles at me
Because all he sees is the real me.
YOU ARE READING
My Works
PoetryThese are just some poems I've written over a few years. . . This is just a few by the way ^_^
