I have to tell you.
But I can't.
You're staring at me.
I look at you.
Your eyes, your hair
Your smile, your clothes.
None of it is right.
Your face,
The way you stand.
I can't take it.
You're not perfect.
You're not special.
But I watch you in the mirror,
And you look right back at me.
And I simply can't stand you.
YOU ARE READING
All of Us
PoetryA collection of my worse poems. No offense, but I will keep my favorites for myself.
