Her sharper appearance
Gives way to a softer side
She tries to hide
So the glass is not
Shattered
She does not love
Herself
But loves others
But they do not
Take her
For that kind of girl
She looks in the mirror
Cakes makeup on her face
She takes all her hair
Straightens it out
"All better"
Boys stop and stare
She stops eating
Drops sizes
Stops running
Loses bulk
Stops sleeping
Loses hope
Stops caring
Loses hold
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I Have These Thoughts So Often
PoetryWhen I think too often, this is what sort of crap "poetic" stuff I come up with. Maybe you will like it.
