You would say I'm the girl with all the issues.
The one who thinks she's too good, yet not enough.
Who can't find moderation in anything she does.
But, we're all a little broken. Broken crayons still color.
But, what if we're shattered? How will use pieces of me to complete your picture.
I was once a mirror, with gold trim. But, you picked me up and without hesitation threw me, you didn't care of the bad luck you didn't care if you stepped on my shards and cut your feet no. Just that you shatter me in a way where there is no putting me back together. What do you do with broken mirrors? Throw me away. Sorry does not fix me . say sorry , apologize . excuses after excuses but I am still very shattered.
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Insecurity melody.
PoetryPoems I write when something comes to mind. if you are a female with problems with boys, your body, or mind. this is for you loves. tysvm.