insecurities hurt
" what's so
special about she,
whose words were
never as loving as
mine could ever be?
but then again,
what's so special
about me?"
YOU ARE READING
The Faults in Utopia
PoetryThere will always be fault in the most glistening diamond castles, a witch in every Oz, a monster under every bed. But sometimes, the monster doesn't live under your bed, because sometimes, the monster lives inside you.
