I decided to do something a little different and insert a picture of my 'process'. My writing is terrible, but it's not my 'normal' handwriting; it's my quick, scribbly handwriting, so I'll still have the final, typed version below.
I have no idea if anyone has any interest in it but I thought it would just add a more personal touch.Final version:
"You're beautiful." -She smiled.
She didn't mean it,
Although we're taught to accept it,
But not actually believe it,
No-that's something only a narcissist would do.
"You're beautiful."
No longer remains a compliment,
But in fact an insult.
We can't believe it, so saying it only further reminds us of what we're not...
Or what we all are but never see.
What we're blinded from seeing.
What we're not allowed to see.
What we've been taught not to see.
So that we'll never see that, yes,
"You're beautiful."
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A Seventeen Year Old's Mind
PoesiaPoetry and thoughts from a melodramatic, hormone filled teenage girl. Updates will be unpredictable, much like myself.