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In the deep corners of 3am,
I find her.
I look at someone else's poem
And I see flawlessness.
I look at my own
And I see nothing but flaws.
I write poetry to get away from the bad feelings.
Not to make more.
And it's hard.
Everything is hard.
I've become hard.
Hardened to the beauty of the world.
Hardened to the beauty of poetry.
All I can focus on is my own writing
As I try to be as good
As you.
People exchanging words
Poetic chats
Connecting them
To presents and pasts
Friendships grown
Over a screen
Words read
Known
Understood
And believed
Making friends through Hello Poetry
me
you see me as broken
i see me as whole
but its just who i am
engraved in my soul
im tired of being ridiculed
and not taken seriously
these are my goals
not just another fantasy
  Dec 2020 imperfectstranger
Sofie
I wish I was unbothered
Or careless or free
But all of those things
I’m afraid I could never be
  Dec 2020 imperfectstranger
Sofie
pretty girl,
beware,
the boys are out to get you
they'll take away your flower
they want what's only yours

pretty girl,
blossom slowly,
stay in your cocoon for now
for summer can only last so long
and soon it will be over
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