I'm tired of looking in the mirror and only seeing the bags under my eyes, which catch the tears as they fall, I don't want to feel this emptiness, sure I laugh and joke, but that's until I've kept it bottled up enough to choke, but eventually the tears will win, because I end up drowning again.
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Self-consciousness
Poetryfeeling undue awareness of oneself, one's appearance, or one's actions.
