Dear face,
I look at you and see your round shape. I hate your useless space. I look and see a monster beneath. You can hide your darkness but never your teeth. I see them in your mouth so sharp and yellow. I look at you and see your eyes too small for that roundness. They are too small to be called pretty, you know this. Dear face I see you and hate it all. In what world would I be able to take this paint like makeup off? A new act for me to play every night for every day. Who could know the real you, face. Who would want to see the real you, face. Dear face I have scrolled through endless pages of pictures upon pictures seeing what you should look like. You will never meet my standards and you have nothing but a mediocre nose and an uneven eye. Oh, what a ghostly look that not even you want to have. Dear face I see you and all the thoughts in my body force me to gag. Who is this monster I could only see as me? Dear face, you're nothing what I want you to be.
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Pitiful
شِعر"Never trust a scream, it lies with its fear, it's scared of the truth, it's scared for you to hear." A collection of poems made about me and to be read by you. Please enjoy. ⚠️Content warning⚠️: May contain triggering content.
