I see the beauty in everyone.
I look for it.
The graceful curve of a nose,
A striking jawline,
Piercing eyes.
No one is ugly, and when people think
otherwise I want to cry for they cannot see
as others do, with an unaffected view.
I know this
And yet when I look into my mirror,
I see an undesirable
Unremarkable
Mess.
Why are so many blind to their own reflection?
I only hope that someone sees me as I see them.
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Up Too Late
Poetry//Hopefully// my best poetry, random stuff from times I can't sleep and need to leave my mess of a mind
