You stand there and look at your reflection.
What I don't understand is the way you see yourself.
The issues you see are worthless to me and everyone else, nobody thinks the same.
It is only you.
When you see the bad you never think to see the good.
Stop your crying.
Why don't you understand? Some would kill to see you fall.
You have the lowest self- esteem.
Why don't you get that more people love you than you think?
You are so beautiful.
You are kind and funny and loving.
Your personality is one of a kind.
You have all the guys wrapped around your finger.
What more could you want?
YOU ARE READING
Tidbits of my Poetry
PoetrySome are older, some are newer, but it's still all my work. Just tidbits of poetry I've written.
