A Poem

At this moment, I'm just really upset about a lot of things. Mainly myself and who I am. And it just hit me: write about it.

Self Disrespect

Every morning

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

Nicely done, Twin. But it makes me sad that that's how you feel. )':

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

It's pretty good, however, this is so roughly typical; everyone writes about this kind of situation. But it's descriptive enough.

^^ Heyheyhey, she's writing about it 'cause that's how she feels, and I've been through this and I know it hurts. So just be careful about what you say..

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..

This poem was very choppy. It jumps around from one thing to another without any of the rhythm that makes a poem majestic and flowy. If you practice writing some more, you will improve. So if you're serious about your writing, practice makes perfect.