You lied!
Torn apart I cried,
All I did was try,
My hidden desire stares,
Sending broken prayers,
This lie, this isn't me,
Believing what I see,
It breaks my whole human being,
Seeing, no fleeing just pleading,
Bring back my innocence.
Broken hands,
Tired eyes,
Bruised lips,
Finger tips that touch my hips,
Tears pass down my broken smile,
Cold feet numbing on the floor,
Shattered glass,
"I'm, I am pretty."
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Author:
Miss_me (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about a girl who looks in the mirror, she beats yourself up about overcoming her own self image. It end with her smashing the mirror, believing that truly she is pretty.
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