Where She Looks Through The Mirror
Is that really me? My messy dirt blonde curly hair everywhere, I put my hair in a messy bun as I continue looking at myself. My chubby round face and dark brown eyes stare at me and my semi thin lips turn into a frown.
I know I sort of look like her, but I look like both of them, my parents of course. I poke my large nose in annoyance littered with blackheads that we're to stubborn to leave and at the same time little by little those were disappearing. Both of them had big noses and I got the trait to. My cheek bone was visible but slightly.
My black matte glasses reflected the light almost making my lifeless eyes shine. My forehead had bumps and ridges showing the acne that blended in with my skin not quite turning red.
My once pale face had become almost peachy, I still looked like a white girl though, I was often teased about it to. This was my face and I had learned to be fine with it.
That's all for now thanks and goodbye beautifully cruel world.
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My Truth
No FicciónWhen I was 13 & 14 I wanted to Die When I was 15 I was Numb When I was 16 I felt Broken When I was 17 everything was out of reach When I was 18 I learned to move on When I was 19 I had to let go When I was 20 I finally felt free As A 21 year old I...
