when i look back at her familiar face
noticing each imperfect trace
i realize that she's not enough
i demand she call out her bluff
when i look at her tired eyes
who's given into their unrealistic lies
i wonder if she'll ever get better
i wonder if they'd ever let her
analyzing each crevice in particular
wondering if life has her ready cure
wondering if someone will say beautiful
for once let her wonder flow
maybe just maybe there's hope out there waiting
a compliment that will make her heart sing
that maybe someone will see her different
away from all the diligence
that maybe someone will see her different
away from all the diligence
About the Creator
poetryinwaiting
I love all things writing...though I am particularly biased towards good, vulnerable poetry. I love pouring my heart on a page with every piece I write. Life is for expressing, not containing.
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