I am not strong
You will never know me to say
That I am beautiful
I know, with my whole entire being
I am defined by my reflection
I cannot believe that
The world sees the real me
I know
I am not worth a deeper look
It is foolish to think
I will attract the right people
By being myself, with the collage of me
I endeavor to cover the scarred patches
The tattoos, cracks, and effervescent anxiety
They are ugly
It would be wrong to say
I love it, me
To show off what binds my soul
It's not worth it
You cannot convince me
To show myself
or
To be brave
About the Creator
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Comments (1)
This is heartbreaking - it's sad to think this way. I hope you're okay.