I am all shaky hands
And aching heart
And it's beyond you to know when to hold either
Please, don't call me beautiful
It causes shrinkage
Of me, inside myself
It makes me curl up tighter
And close the curtains
So the me inside, can cry and sleep, undisturbed
Because it means you don't see me
The monster inside
All jealousy and insecurities
Fumbling and falling
And knowing
That if I cut myself, I would bleed to death
Before you'd even remember
To consider me
And my paper doll feelings
And text me back, in a timely fashion
Even just to say, no, or hi
Sometimes the beautiful are so ugly inside.
So save your nice words
And roving hands
I don't think I can take this
Constant trespass on my heart
I'd rather be alone.
- Author: Doll in Wonderland ( Offline)
- Published: October 30th, 2016 12:34
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: nic, Liam Lawless, Egyptianqt79
Comments5
This is amazing! Great work
Thank you π
This is a beautiful and powerful poem. I hope you are healing. Great job!
Thanks π
This poem is so powerful and emotional. Amazing work!
Thank you π
I love it!
Thank you π
Wow this is unique n mysterious which enhances its appeal.yor phrasing is sensational, ' roving hands, trespass on my heart and more! Intense and darkish beauty in it.
Pls do comment out my latest poem too. I'm a new poet here but have been writing poetry since years and readers enjoyed it elsewhere until I found this site and wish to make new poem pals.
Thanks, I will π
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