white roses represents
purity and innocence.
however, they remind me
of those balled up tissue papers
which i cried in
after you said
i wasn't enough.
i just wasn't good enough-
not pretty enough,
not skinny enough,
just not good enough.
not enough.
and that wasn't even the worst part.
The worst part was
that i believed it.
And i let it shape me.
I hid away from selfies,
from pictures
and cameras as a whole.
I wore baggy clothes to hide my body.
just so i could become your "normal".
but is being normal being a cake-face?
is it being stick thin?
i don't know.
but now i say
fuck being normal,
imma be me.
it's either you fucks with me,
or you don't.
i don't care anymore.
fuck it all.
YOU ARE READING
røses
Poetry"roses are mostly red, and the sky is usually blue, all flowers will die just like its meaning did to all of you."
