She carried her insecurities-
On her shoulders, like scars
With every word her bliss was caged,
Her happiness was behind bars
"Ugly","Weak","Dull-minded"-
They said
Her shoulders were hunched,
As she lowered her head
"Over-sensitive","Odd", "Lonely"-
They went on
All the while unable to place,
What exactly she'd done wrong
The more they labelled,
The more gloomy she appeared
Carrying more weights on hunched shoulders,
Shedding silent tears
She carried her insecurities-
On her shoulders, like scars
With each word, she hid away,
Her confidence torn apart.
~Via
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PoetryYou ask people about love, They tell you about heartbreak. You ask people about smiles, But when aren't they fake? You ask people about sorrow, And their words could fill oceans. So if you want to hear mine, Here's my whirlwind of emotions. • •...
