Born
Like new fresh cake
Fluffy and light
Beautiful color
Laced in sweet sugars
And sweeter thoughts
Perfectly postioned
In a clear glass case
Open to viewers
That look in awe
A barrier to prevent
The realiztion
Of the unavoidable rotten soul
Taking root in my layers
Spreading and expanding
Creating dry, stonewalls
Of batter
Eventually greedy hands
Cut me open
Expose me whole
With blade so plainless
The only reminder
Leaves permanent scars
My hidding spot
Gone
And my flaws no longer
Hidden by glass
But reflected
On the mirror of a knife
Sudden clarity
Never once sweeten by sugar
Always have been salt
Just no one dare to try it
Never once naturaly beautiful
Just a foggy glassed mask
Hid ill designs and horrid taste
Torn apart peice by peice
Falling apart at words
Of self hate
Breaking down at my own reflection
Until all thats left
Is a pile
Of
Unloveable
Hated
Crumbles.
Inspiration: Self Hate
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One Chance Encounters With Some Words
PoesíaPoems. About life. About chance. About pain. About me. And about every word in between *Completed* P.s These poems are of me as an angsty middle schooler. I do hope you enjoy them, but I also apologize about the mild cringe that could occur. P.p.s...
