I saw myself breaking,
The pressure of being a model.
The wind rushing through my hair.
But, my feelings are bottled.
I can't seem to talk about it.
Or anything else for that matter.
I can't seem to say a word.
my confidence is shattered.
I wasn't always like this,
I was braver, stronger,
But the world beat me down.
Yet, I still held on a little longer.
But it was getting impossible,
Like breathing in tar,
But that's just me,
How's your life been so far?
I saw my self esteem cracking,
It looked like glass shattering,
It's pieces were scattering,
like plates clattering,
My teeth were chattering,
By the end there was a *smattering,
Nothing left for battering,
It didn't look flattering.
Guess whose back? Me!!!
Sorry I have been gone for a while but with lockdown, covid19 and school - I have had a lot of stuff to do. I didn't know if I would've been able to continue with this book because poetry can be hard sometimes, trying to add hidden meanings and all the other technical stuff is quite tasking. I will be updating more often. Hopefully once every week or so but then again no promises. A few Christmas poems are definitely pending because Christmas is my favourite holiday.
This poem is about how people don't realise that even the strongest people can break.
*smattering - a small amount of something
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PoetryDifferent poems for different occasions all of these poems are original and are all made by me. It is copyrighted so please don't copy but please share my book. Some (actually most) of the poems are sad so get a tissue and prepare to be warped into...
