Some day, one day
(Just a worthless dream, in other words)
I hope that I can break their mirrors.
They own them, they tell them to tell me these things about myself.
Guess what?
One day (yes, another wasteful wish)
I will be able to gaze at the reflection and see beauty. To feel beautiful.
CITEȘTI
Battle- Scars
AlteleContinuation of random, tangential thoughts and poems. **MAY BE TRIGGERING**