Through my tainted eyes, it's always snowy;
Tropical skies, a true topsy-turvy.
One minute I have a great heart of gold.
Now I’m pure evil; I’m or so I am told.
I wonder why I am so defenceless.
Are you jealous? You must think I’m headless.
Is there blood on my cheeks? No need for fears,
The mud on my face: It must be my tears.
My self-esteem taught me I was ugly,
On goes the face filters – now I'm pretty
With a storm of hearts and pixie dust.
Like one of the tarts, I'm his one true lust.
Fire soaring, stripped beige; it's getting fruitful,
Like we never age; I feel beautiful!
He bathes me in his neon fantasies:
Turns them into vibrant realities.
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
I live in Oxfordshire, England. I used to write a lot of fan fiction and mainly just write poetry now. I've been to over 20 countries and written many books. I'm currently working on a horror story called Heavenly Seas.
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