I look in the mirror, but I don't understand what I see.
The last time I looked, I didn't think I was ugly.
But something has changed within my soul.
I can't help but wonder if there is some kind of mistake, because the image before me is not pretty.
I never thought there was anything wrong with the way I looked, till you started telling me I was wrong.
Now I see all the impurities craved into my flesh.
Uneven brows, dotted skin, a big nose, and a hairy chin.
I can't even count the thoughts that have started to accumulate, how did I not notice until you appeared?
I'm a monster, I am an alien, a toad - barely human.
YOU ARE READING
Incomplete thoughts.
PoetryA collection of words that convey incomplete stories from my mind. Some mere sentences, some paragraphs with misplaced conclusions. A fragment of a picture.
