they'd mold me, like clay
forming shapes,
pictures of ideals.
i didn't realize how much
they forced me into parts
i wasn't meant to play.critiquing my ways
laughing at my flaws
trying to shove me into
somewhere i never fit,
they changed my legacy
along the way.but stop painting over
these imperfections
molded into me.
forget about chipped paint, rough sides,
because darling,our flaws are so lovely.
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-𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝.
Poetrya collection of poems based around mental illness. = this book may contain images that trigger specific individuals. please read the content warnings and keep yourself safe! = " pounds dropping, rain drops of relapse, recovery is a journey but smal...