When words sting, like arrows aimed at my image,
I feel the weight of judgment, heavy and sharp.
Her words, piercing and unkind;
Painting my mirror with harsh strokes of ugliness.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Just A Lost Soul
Non-FictionIn the scribbles and ink stains of my paper and pen, lie the reflections of my soul.📝
Eighty Three
When words sting, like arrows aimed at my image,
I feel the weight of judgment, heavy and sharp.
Her words, piercing and unkind;
Painting my mirror with harsh strokes of ugliness.
