'Strong and beautiful' is what i told i am,
but how do people have the right to tell me what i am when i don't know myself.
Makeup hides the tired eyes ,
and smiles hide the pain.
i've been held captured in my own mind.
the voices scream and demons began to dance
knowing i had become the monster of my own body.
i've destroyed myself with bruises and broken bones,
my body was no longer a home.
I had no control over who i was supposed to be,
who am i?
who was i expected to be?
as crazy as it sounds,
i'm no longer me
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Poems for the soul
Poetryi've written poetry for awhile and i always wanted to share it, so here it is. [Poems inspired by the ones who hurt me, the ones who i've loved, the friend who broke me, and the ones stood beside me through whatever.] thank you to the ones i've love...
