Posted 05 October 2009 - 06:34 PM
I look in the mirror
And I see who I am--
Well, how the world sees me
And every morning, I want it to go away
There is no cure for how we were created
Flesh, blood, bone
There is no cure for how it's been put together
But every day
I wish, more and more
That I could change how the world sees me
My hair, my face
It eats away at me, as I sit
In class, in public
And as I see "perfection" walk by
I hear the voices, laughing at me.
Although they may be imaginary
It makes me cry sometimes
To see myself in a mirror
And to know that I can't be
Who I want to be
Posted 05 October 2009 - 07:10 PM
Everyone is beautiful in every way. Inside and out. Our bones are the frame and we're the masterpiece. That's what I say. ;3
Edited by `Krystal, 05 October 2009 - 07:11 PM.
Posted 05 October 2009 - 07:46 PM
Posted 09 October 2009 - 02:36 PM
It's a great poem, Becca, I really like it. I only wish you didn't feel that way ):
You always told me, 'you are your worst critic', and you must be right, 'cause we all think you're beautiful here (:
And we'd still love you, even if you weren't, because you're just amazing on the inside.
Hoping that doesn't sound too corny..
Posted 09 October 2009 - 07:56 PM