She gave them
excuses
for everything they
did
She split her face
in half
with shining white
pearls
She said, "Oh, well!"
when they
gave her mountains of
strife
She consoled their
silvery
tears despite her violent
weight
I screamed at her
threw the
insults of oblivion without
yield
I plastered saliva
to her
allegedly perfect
face
She smiled her
glossy
stare in the mirror
back
I wanted her to
scream in
agony to say she's not
FINE
She gave me
excuses
with a bend of the
head
"Oh, well"
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Once, We Lived | Poetry Collection Completed
PoetryA collection of poetry from the high-school years of an semi-angsty teen with too much time on her hands. This is an exploration of the different facets of life and the perceptions of a teen of the 2010s with a knack for words. Warning: contains con...
