into mirrors i stare at myself
and the irony of a crude complextion
projecting such tender verse
through these tired eyes
is someone who suffers with each step away from you
steps intended to draw me closer to you
my lips are useless, rarely used
i speak with my poetry
attempting to paint a picture of my experience in your mind
the words, in whatever shape, share a universal language
geniune pain
words which envoke such a longing
to be anyone but myself
looks don't matter
i'm beautiful on the inside
looks don't matter
i'm beautiful on the inside
(repeat, again and again, until you feel real once more) |
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