She thinks she is small,
One drop in a storm.
She constantly shakes,
She can't keep warm.
She thinks she is plain,
A canvas untouched.
Not a thing to remember,
Oh, but there is so much.
In the mirrors reflection,
She sees just a girl.
In the eyes of the world,
She's seen as a pearl.
Something worked on,
Protected,
Grown over time.
And when finally ready,
The perfect design.
She's beautiful.
She's pure.
But she sees these as lies.
I wish she could see,
Herself through my eyes.
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Self-Construction
PoetryToday is the day you stop pretending that you're okay with not being okay. Yesterday is going to be the last day you lied your last "I'm fine" sealed together with a plastered smile. Quotes, Stories, Entries and Poems about loving yourself when a...
