A/N This poem is not the greatest, but it is dedicated to the most beautiful girl in the world. So if you could do me a favor, and please tell her that, because I don't think she knows.
She's the most beautiful girl
But she can't even see it anymore
Her mother took away her mirror
And made her rotten to the core
Made her starve herself to perfection
But it was never good enough
So she made her cut her wrists
Because the pressure was too much
And now this beautiful girl
Has become just one more butterfly
Unable to see her own pretty wings
That flap like stars up in the night sky
She is blind.
And no matter how much you tell her
Her mother will always be her mirror
And all the compliments you give her
Will just as suddenly dissapear
Because there is nothing you can do
To change how she sees herself to be
But even though...even though she'll never know
She will always be perfect to me.
So, when she is ready to finally take notice
I will take her mother's place
And as I hold the mirror in my hands
I will show her the true image of her face.
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Handle With Care (Poetry)
PoetryThis is a collection of the poems that I've written, the main themes you will find in this collection, are depression, love, and homosexuality. there will be others of course, the occasional funny one, a themed poem etc. I wrote most of these in the...
