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cate-byrne
cate-byrne
I write shit, listen to music, and watch films.
i have never been her the girl with the perfect body perfect face perfect hair perfect life i have always been me the girl with the good brain bad attitude average looks struggling to get by i knew I could never be her but still i plastered my face in makeup dumbed myself down became anorexic just so i could feel like her now i look in the mirror see a painted face a small stomach perfect clothes and her staring back at me then i realize i am gone there is no me only her and now i know the truth you cannot become someone else you're you because now I know though i am not her i am still beautiful in every way.
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Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
her
the world around me has become a tornado, everything around me is falling apart and flying away, but you are still here. and though you are only a small strand of grass, i hold on to you against this raging storm. eventually i know i must let go, for a single strand of grass cannot hold a burden as heavy as myself. just know that when i let go and hurl myself into the whirlwind around us, i will forever be wishing i could've held on for a few moments more.
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Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
Letting Go
i was born with holes in me all my life i’ve searching for someone with a needle and thread searching for someone to put me back together again people, they came in and they went out of my life but none with that needle and thread when each noticed the holes, they thought one of two things: they could not find the means to patch the holes or the holes simply frightened them away i spent many days simply staring at the holes wishing my fumbling hands or cascading tears could somehow seal them but my hands and my tears could do nothing i howled at the moon in agony while i watched the holes grow as much i tried to find people to stitch me up i never could yes, some stayed and held me as i endured the agony but they could never seal them never seal the passages to the deepest parts of me the dark beckoned to me them it said in the dark the holes would disappear it said i would never feel the pain again this temptation ate at me and ate at me like the very holes themselves but today i am going out i am going out to buy myself a needle and thread to do what no one else can i am going to buy a needle and thread i am going to stitch myself back together again
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Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
A Needle and Thread