They judge me like a picture book by the colors, like they forgot to read.
-Lana del Rey, Brooklyn Baby
Outside, I might look
Serene,
like the girl-next-door,
friendly,
responsible,
with good grades.
Loud and obnoxious sometimes,
and quiet in other times.
Popular,
beautiful,
and smart.
But I don't feel that way,
probably because it's not things I tell myself.
It's things other people tell me,
and no matter how hard I try, I don't believe them.
Inside
under all my skin,
I feel like I am made out of hollow, pressed glass.
That when filled with a melanger of emotions, stress, and depression,
I crack,
and everything comes spilling out.
Either to a person,
or expressed in my tears.
I am fragile,
a broken masterpiece.
A work of art,
thrown into the fire.
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Lonely Nights
PoetryHey there, it's Rachel, I just want to say that these are very personal and it has taken a lot to put them out there, but i'm finally doing it. ;) I hope that these poems give you solace, peace of mind, or just make you feel less alone. These poems...
