Self worth,
Not really a thing.
Creating a glass image,
No one really believes in.
It's flawed,
And a facade.
I smash it everyday,
And build another in its place.
Because I don't love myself,
What's the point of trying to.
The lies I display,
When people say "I love you."
Glass facade,
A hammer once more.
Take the shards,
And pierce my heart to the core.
Let me bleed,
I don't want to heal.
YOU ARE READING
Who is He?
PoetryA look inside my tattered mind. All of these are original poems written by me in various moods of my life.
