She's beautiful, but insecure
She's perfect, but she's not sure that she is because nobody sees her like she sees herself. Nobody loves her like she loves herself
Her mirror is her best friend, her mirror never lies, her mirror admires all her dance moves, her mirror stares in surprise.
She keeps her doors open, but they feel closed, for she's the only one who opens her doors, she's the only one who understands her flaws
Her imperfections make her perfect, she knows this, her smile is golden and she knows this. She isn't really the crowd favorite and she knows this. The crowd loves her anyway
What she doesn't know, is that I'm always observing. That I don't forget any detail, that I'm always swerving any feelings being thrown because I'm scared and I'm scarred. And also because that I'm hurt and it's bad
What she doesn't know is that I'm scared that my scars will infect her. That my fears will destroy her, that my love will only harm her.
So I stay in my corner, observing as usual. For any step I take closer, only ruins the pattern of the Julia's dance
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Poetic Injustice
PoesíaAs alphabets become words, words become sentences, sentences become poetic stories and these stories become life. This is Poetic Injustice.
