I stare at her
Filled with anger and disgust
Her hair is all crazy
Her face covered in zits
Her lips dry
Dark circles under her eyes
Her teeth are stained
She's just ugly
How could he like her?
It doesn't make sense
I wanna punch her
But if I did,
Glass would go everywhere
And the mirror would shatter
-T
YOU ARE READING
Planted
Poetry"As my feet are planted on the ground I'm not really here I'm thinking about fleeing and being away for it is you I fear."
