I stared at my broken mirror
it shows flawlessly my soul;
shattered, lost and cold.
Imperfection and scars
designed my naked body
revealing the real definition of beauty.
I used to paint through blood
with sharp blades of words
sculpting deep historical wounds.
I used to hide myself
embarrassed by my own features
thinking I'm the worst creature.
I have woken up from the nightmare
i learned to embrace my flaws and live freely—
acceptance is the only key.
-roseesesch
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Broken
PoetryThis poem is written by my thoughts, past and heartbreaks. This is where I put all the bleeding words in my head. A broken poem from a broken pen. And this poem is not just for me. I also write to rescue those dying hearts. I write for those who can...
