What do you see in me, for I am ugly and battered? What do you see in me, for I am broken and torn? What do you see in me, for I am a mess.
Thoughts like that keep me awake.
What do you see in me, for I have so many flaws?
What do you see in me, for I have so much baggage?
Why do you call me beautiful when I know I'm but a hideous monster.
Why do you project on me, I am not the person you're looking for.
I'm just a boy, except not even a real one. I run from my problems and avoid conflict at all cost.
Why do you kiss me?
What do you see in me, for I am merely a coward and a liar?
I have made so many stories portraying my greatness, but they are all flase. Don't trust me, for I am a dirty liar.
What do you see in me, for my body is not right?
I'm a boy, but not a real one.
What do you see in me, for I'm a disaster? So much thoughts, running in my head all the time, never stopping.
What do you see in me?
You don't see anything, because I'm not who you're looking for.
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Poems and Such
PoetryShort poems and stories, written in the spur of a moment, when inspiration had struck me
