look in the reflective
surface of the mirror
weep at the fact
that it doesn't show
the real me,
how I truly feel inside
unable to be seen by
the untrained eye
no one sees how uncomfortable I am
in my own skin
all the small things
making dysphoria
purely torturous
but I remain silent
others unaware of the pain
I feel inside
no one would understand...
Alex
March 2, 2019
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Crappy Poetry
PoetryThis is going to be a place for me to show you my crappy attempts at poetry. I update randomly, so... Enjoy? Oh, here's some squiggles. ~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Ratings: 2 in #crappypoetry
