You say that I'm fake,
and you say I don't care.
I put up that front,
so you can't see the scars.
The scars you have made,
etched into my skin for eternity.
You aren't aware of the wounds,
and you never will be.
You say that i'm fat,
and I won't add up to anything.
You say that I'm ugly,
and I'm starting to believe you.
There may be some truth,
hidden in all of your lies.
YOU ARE READING
Endless Days *Completed*
PoetryA collection of poems that I have written. Most of them are based on life events. Some of them may be disturbing to some readers. Comments and votes are very much appreciated. Thanks!