She lies on the floor,
Behind the closed door;
Straightened and burnt hair,
A skin that won't become fair;
Acne scars on her face,
A dress that doesn't fit with grace;
Eyes that pour out endless tears,
In the mirror,she sees her worst fears.
Feelings that cause self-aggression,
This is the consequence of the illusion of perfection.
He hides behind the door,
Hugging his knees,seated on the floor;
Limbs that aren't buff,
Taunted for not being tough;
Afraid to pen down his thoughts with ink,
Downtrodden by his own for admiring pink;
Eyes that pour out endless tears,
In the mirror,he sees his worst fears.
Feelings that cause self-aggression,
This is the consequence of the illusion of perfection.
[A/N: This poem is dedicated to serrarinko for their beautiful comments,thank you so much :'D
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Metanoia
Poetry(Highest Ranking-#14) Metanoia -The journey of changing one's mind,heart,self or way of life.The process of experiencing a break down and the subsequent positive psychological rebuilding and healing. A/N:This work is copyrighted.So don't even think...
