I am shrinking inside myself,
I do not want people to notice,
to see right through me,
I feel as if I am pretending,
To be what, i do not know.
I don't want them to realise the
effort I put in.
It is shameful to think the way I do.
That pretty lashes and gorgeous hair
Is all that sit takes,
To be someone amazing,
Not perfect,
But loved.
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Afternoon Thoughts
PoesíaHer head felt light in that moment, She felt as if was drunk on starlight, Her bare toes grazing dewy grass, Breathing in the sweet scent that was finally her.
