pale.
the word echoes through my mind whenever i look into the mirror.
it's not like it bothers me normally,
but when summer arrives
and the sun beats down
i can't help but wonder
why i get freckles
instead of getting darker.
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Poetryif you don't acknowledge what you're feeling, are you even feeling at all?
pale
pale.
the word echoes through my mind whenever i look into the mirror.
it's not like it bothers me normally,
but when summer arrives
and the sun beats down
i can't help but wonder
why i get freckles
instead of getting darker.