I wake every morning to find the same lie staring me in the face
my reflection
The mirror who holds it is the liar
it whispers my insecurities
it crushes all thought of beauty
It holds what i hate the most
what it made me hate
myself
I change myself
And cover my face in paint
to see if it would help
only to find it made me "fake"
I try to change my clothes
but none of it seems me
Apparently "Im trying to hard"
Nothing seems to work
Not even being me
I hate the way people see me
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Overflowing Again...
PoetryMy mind overflows sometimes so to keep from exploding i write all the thoughts down. Trigger warning: suicide, self harm, alcohol, rape, etc.
