There are words I will never speak
About myself
About my life
About my feelings
They tell me I'm unwanted
He tells me I'm undesirable
I feel unloved
Unlucky, unusual, unimaginably mundane
Then I looked in the mirror
Looking at all the flaws
That the world seems to notice
Hiding won't do much good...
People will still find names for everyone
So I maybe called unwanted
I maybe taunted as undesirable
I may feel unloved
But to me?
I am unceasingly, unbelievable, unblemished fantasy...
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Words of a Poet
PoesíaA short Poetry Collection. "I'm burning a thousand flames, yet not one flame will touch me tomorrow."
