i am made up of fragments
of quotes, colours, desires
of places and goals and emotions
i am made up of fragments
that i have glued together by hand
but it seems as though i can never
make anything the right way
never completely even or perfect
never enough for the perfectionist
trapped within me
i am abstract and full of wonderful things
but when i look in the mirror
i see nothing but a mess
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recycled poetry
Puisi❝i wish i was writing something special, but these words have been used before and there's no originality to it at all. i'm just reusing phrases until they're worn out, like musty library books or hand-me-down clothes.❞ from ❛hand-me-down poetry❜ i...
