i stare at the mirror,
watching my face as a
tear trickles down
my heart aches
as i beat myself down again
another
tear trickles down
'you're stupid'
'you're ugly'
'you're useless'
'who would ever choose you?'
i ask myself as
another
tear trickles down
i stare at the mirror,
wondering as a
tear trickles down;
how can something so sad
somehow appear to be
beautiful;
mesmerising;
captivating
traits i wish were me
YOU ARE READING
words from my muses
Poetryfor the thoughts i struggle to express; or for the times spent awake at 2am . or for the little stories of my life, or ones made up in my mind . #1 on rambles 7/6
