People tell me I look great,
My outfit is nice today,
My hair looks amazing,
My face looks bumpy.
less
People tell me to block out all the
Bad
Things people say.
But they don't know that means I also block out
The compliments.
Words don't phase me.
They fall right through my metal cage and are eaten by my bears and turtles.
But it really breaks my heart when I hear
The ones I
Love
Are
Hurt.
They're so beautiful to me.
They're the image of perfection to me.
And it sounds cheesy,
But,
When they're hurt,
I...
I feel pain.
They mean so much more to me than words could
Ever know.
So,
When I hear that they don't like the
Way they look.
Or they think others are lying to them,
I feel broken.
Because,
If they're not perfect...
What am I?
YOU ARE READING
Lonely Whales
PoesiaJust some poems I wrote in my spare time:) My poems are mostly free form sooo yea
