I look at the girl infront of me,
who is she?
She hides secrets in her eyes,
her chin pointed towards the skys.
This is me,
Im not pefect, who could be?
if only the judging world would see.
Look in your mirrors this morrow,
and dont feel sadness or sorrow.
That person is who you are,
Stop watching yourself from afar.
You may not like what you see,
then become who you want to be.
Stand tall against those criticising eyes,
Those people are as delicate behind their disguise.
They will see that smile on your face and be wowed,
Your proud of who you are, finally your true self is found.
YOU ARE READING
The screams inside my head..
PoetryEveryone has a voice, a voice inside their head. It can be evil, it can be good or you may not hear it. I hear this voice, i hear it because it screams. It screams because its my only outlet to the pain..
