I've changed so much
I've grown
It makes me ugly
How you leave me like this
You streak my skin
You show my past
Even now
I can't bare to look at them
I can see them
I can feel them
But should I really be ashamed?
They do show my past
They do show my change
But why shouldn't I embrace it
They are light
Or they are dark
I feel the indents like a river
Carved in my skin
I can smile
And I can love them
Why shouldn't I
Don't I love myself?
YOU ARE READING
Sad shorts to relieve myself
PoetryThis is just a bunch of short things that I'll be righting whenever I feel sad, inspired, angry, and anything of the sort. Edit: looking back at my older ones I hate it but no need to delete em I guess
