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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 24, 2018

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Submitted: September 24, 2018



To be loved by others 

is like a blessing in disguise.

When you've been hated by many

including the guys.

To share one's feelings is hard enough,

to accept them as true is like 

trusting a flower not to die.

Yet there is one thing harder in life

and that is loving one's self one day at a time.

To look in the mirror 

and be proud of who you are, 

is like getting snow to stay frozen

when placed in a jar.

A glass rose ready to shatter.

Every slight movement 

sends another flaw rushing forward.

Sometimes it's hard to look away.

People say if you truly hate yourself,

you would look away.

Is this really true?

Every day I point out my flaws.

I see what is wrong.

Then I move along.

I ponder of ways to fix me.

By the end of the day

my head is empty.

I use to just sit and starve,

but now I wonder, where is my star?

Where is the thing that keeps me going?

Walking in this world.

I've come to realize 

that I don't need to love me,

he loves me to cover both of us.


it would be nice to go to bed free

but alas, I don't think it was meant to be.

I work and I work,

nothing has changed.

Not I just need to work 

on loving the whole thing.

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