Haii my beautiful people. I had a question. So I had to write a poem for school, tell me what you think in the comments! And if you like it, don't forget to vote!
Am I beautiful yet?
You have seen me at my worst
and you laughed because you knew
who was at fault
you called me names-always told me I wasn't pretty
makeup covered my face
am I pretty yet?
Years pass and everything is the same
you taunt me, torture me, defeat me
what is your end goal?
makeup doesn't help
you can see right through me
am I pretty yet?
I'm finally done
I can't continue like this
pretty isn't what I want,
I want to be beautiful
but instead I'm broken
Am I pretty yet?
And after I've turned myself into
a completely different person, I look
Into you-the mirror- and you have
Seen me, broken, crushed, I'm done
I take my makeup off- tears stream down my face
Am I beautiful yet?
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Blake Gray Imagines
FanfictionI think we are all smart enough to figure out what this is going to be about (hint... Look at the title)
