Believing in a perfect version of something that never can ever exist.
Something seen so very often; typically in mirrors hanging on walls. A inner voice perceives us as monsters. This thing is ourselves. Too thin, too big, too much, too little, sick of it.
Sick of all of it. Needing to go, need to throw expectations away. People want perfection; they point out flaws (yet they bear them as well) we all have them! None of us our perfect! We hide using paper mask, one drip of water and they crumble, revealing our true selves. Not susceptible to our own tears; we need to stop!
We all hold these hoses, ready to wipe away the mask we try so desperately to hold on to, they're pointless.
Please- let's stop wearing mask.
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Poetry & Short Stories
PoesíaA compilation of all my favorite poems and short stories I've written. ▪️Please give credit where credit is due. ▪️ ▪️These stories are written by me, and any similarity to any other story or poem is merely coincidental. ▪️ ➿I would truly love any s...
