My eyes are like a mood ring
When im sad, they are black and they sting
When im happy, which is rare
They are blue or green and filled with care
I look at my reflection and I want to cry
Why can't I look like them?
Why do I try?
I pile on the makeup
To hide my imperfections
I don't want people to see them
I don't need inspections
I have permanent marks on my skin
From all the times the demons win
They are lines of scars
As faint as dead stars
But wait, dead stars still glow
They still have light to show
Im different you see
Im the opposite of stars
I am alive
And I feel dead
Because of the demons in my head
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Diary
PoetryAll my poems are original and they are my thoughts and emotions written down. Feel free to comment your opinion about them. -All photos are taken and edited by me-
