As the stars twinkle in the sky, I look into the mirror.
I look into her eye.
Hatred burns in my belly, so much it makes me cry.
Make up doesn't help, no matter how much I apply.
Everyone must hate the way I look, and I heave a huge sigh.
I can't help but ask myself, why?
I think some more, and I realize I'm too shy.
I dislike my physical appearance, my lips my hair my stomach my thighs.
But no matter how hard I try and try, I know that im doomed to permanently look like a guy.
Even though I know I could die, I spread my wings, i deny, and I let myself fly.
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My Poems
Poésiepoem's I have created randomly when I get inspiration. My Poems are typically a little shorter because I like them to be short and sweet, yet straight to the point. I don't like to throw too much into one, but I like to put enough so that people und...
