At 6,with ribbons in the hair
Wearing a pretty dress
Mirror,Mirror
Am I pretty now?
At 10,with clips in the hair
With chubby thighs
And a gap-toothed smile
Mirror,Mirror
Am I pretty now?
At 14,with bloody wrists
Bony thighs,sunken face
And sunken eyes
Mirror,Mirror
Am I pretty now?
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Echoes In The Darkness
PoetryJust a couple of poems which speak my mind. I write about bullying mostly which I have gone through in my high school. I also write about loneliness and angst. I hope I am able to voice your feelings and thoughts through these poems. Feedback is ope...
