If I'm so beautiful and if I'm so great, then why do I feel like no one truly loves me for who I am? My family says I'm gorgeous, they say it all the time, but when it comes down to it, I realize that no one else has told me so. Doctors say I'm strong, they praise me on making it past the hardships I've been through, but when I'm left alone in my bed to stare at the ceiling with tears running down my cheeks, I feel like I'd break under the slightest touch. Friends say I'm funny, they laugh until they cry, but there are times where they speak, and don't even realize that they talk right over me. Everyone says that I am perfect just the way I am... but if that's so, then why do I feel so miserable, lonely, broken, annoying, lost and flawed in every which way.
The only answer is, that it's not true.
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Broken Poetry
PoetryJust a bunch of my writings, usually dark but there are a few bright ones hidden in there somewhere... I hope you enjoy!
