Some days I wonder,
When will arms hold me close,
and tell me I'm okay?
When will someone see my imperfections,
and not grimace in disgust?
When will I stop feeling so cold,
knowing warmth will not arrive?
When will someone show me,
that maybe I'm not completely broken?
When will the pools of tears,
stop mocking me in the mirror,
showing me my weakness?
When will this desire start to fade,
for someone,
anyone,
to love me,
despite my imperfections,
and impurities,
and
my absolute worthlessness?
When will there be a person,
someone here for me,
during times of trial,
and times of pain,
and times of longing,
for them to be here,
and show me, that
they love me?
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Wrote this during Social Studies. Not the best. What do you peeps think?
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Perspective│Poetry¹ (Completed)
PoetryShe had raging battles in her mind, in the midst of choosing between dark and light. These are the fragments of the spoils of war, this is the reality she must face, and this is her perspective, of this unfair, unjust, painful world. ---- ❝Her inno...
