Do I look good?
Do I look bad?
She goes by ,
And I see the looks
I wish I always had,
Oh , how it makes me cry.
Her voice is so sweet ;
A dulcet,
Then there's me ,
A mere puppet.
But what matters ,
Is the spirit, the soul ,
As bright as a diamond,
As treasured as gold.
Why then ,
Why is everyone being sad ?
Why don't they see?
The Beauty we possess,
You and me.
There goes she ,
This time though,
I bask in her beauty,
And alongside,
I admire the one present in me.
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Author:
Akshadha Joshi (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Here's a poem I wrote at 13 years old 🙃
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Comments2
Self awareness in this poem. Hard to read in these colors I wondered it this was part of the message and if what is hard to see is a reference to what is hard to see in us and others. A lovely write
Thank you so much 😊😊 I tried to portray the journey of self doubt to self love as in here 💖💖
A lovely write about how people judge beauty on what they first see, not the real beauty that lays underneath, like the colour representing the hidden beauty, enjoyed the read
Thank you so much for your kind support 💝💝
You are very welcome
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