The art of Poesy

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Uhtceare; Fourteen

To remind:

What am I doing? Creating a list of my flaws over my pate?
And found myself jotting down my imperfections with dates
My carousel of thoughts never stopped turning around,
All i can say is that, days are not flawless but it's a merry go round.

Repeated whirls with it's different apparels
Staring at myself, my poor eyes engaged with dark cricles
I gaze at my own figure of a roly poly,
First of my list, who would like an old school dolly?

My unwell tone physique is the epitome of my insecurities,
I traveled through the consecutive slash that was a sheer bliss
it's on the top of my list plus the scars of my sin
these blemishes will remain not just on my skin.

These flaws reminds me of what I've been through
The sleepless nights and painful days that i can't believe it's true
My scars reminds me that I have bleed and I am still alive
And the pain reminds me that despite of my flaws, i have to strive