Often times I lay down and think..... Am I happy with the person I am?
I'm certainly not.
I look in the mirror and see disappointment, a monster.
I try to look different because I hate myself. I'm hurting myself each time I do it.
What do I have to do to rest.
I'm tired of running around like I'm a headless chicken.
I'm not beautiful, I'm not smart and I'm definitely not holy.
Stop trying to make me feel better....
18.11.18
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Non-FictionPoems..... About love, family hate. This book consists of poems. I've been writing from I was 9years old.
