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maybe i'm not enough
maybe i'm worthless
maybe no one wants me
maybe i'm not pretty
maybe i'm not interesting
maybe i'll be sad forever
maybe i shouldn't be dreaming
There's no one in the whole world;
Who's scared of me more than myself.

There's no one in the whole world;
Who's ashamed of me more than myself.

There's no one in the whole world;
Who hates me more than myself.

However,

There's no one in the whole world;
Who understands me more than myself,

There's no one in the whole world;
Who's proud of me more than myself.

There's no one in the whole world;
Who loves me more than myself.

With a million reason to hate yourself;
There’s another million reason to love yourself.
Love-hate relationship with myself
 Oct 2018 Keira clifton
Cné

A glimmer in his eyes of brown,
a smile that warms my heart,
A flutter in my stomach
on the days we are apart.

A pair of wings that sprout within
each time he takes my hand,
These are things I feel
because he's the bravest in the land.

I do not need a magic mirror,
nor a crystal ball.
I KNOW that he's most handsome
and the fairest one of all.
  
What if happiness is not only joy.
What if happiness is the struggle you've been through
for a cause known only to a few,
yet full of love and compassion.
What if...
What if happiness is a light
seen only by few.
would you still think i'm beautiful
if you saw the scars on my arms?
would you still think i'm beautiful
if you knew my dark past?
would you still think i'm beautiful
if i was just a dim and lonely star?
would you still think i'm beautiful
if i was just a lonely outcast?
 Oct 2018 Keira clifton
Thorns
You
 Oct 2018 Keira clifton
Thorns
You
You made me laugh
You made me smile
You were so warm and friendly to me
But after a year I became your fear
I have not changed
I think you have, and alot
You were really nice to me and a good friend back then
That’s why I loved you so
I still might
And that’s the thing
I feel like I’m fooling myself
I am, I’m not, I do, I don’t, it is, it’s not
Now you do not wish to speak to me
You ignore me
Even when I’m literally right in front of you
You never look me
But when you do
You look at me
You look at me like I’m the dirt on the street  
Existing but not mattering because I’m on the floor
I am below you and them
I don’t matter
I am constantly ignored, pushed around, and hated by you
I’ve done nothing to you to deserve this
Think about how others feel
It's not that hard to have the least bit of consideration
Think of the Golden rule your breaking
I've done nothing to you, you liar
Why me
Why you
You
Why is the question we've all asked at one point. I feel like I'm living in the incorrect answer.
 Oct 2018 Keira clifton
Thorns
Night
 Oct 2018 Keira clifton
Thorns
Through the night my heart is so deceiving
I can’t even help but breathing
It won’t stop
Every time
The night is black and lushes
It shows the beauty of the darkness
Expresses the wonder of blackness
I see you
Standing there
In the middle of road
Under a street lamp
Your arms wide open
Beckoning me to come into them
I run to you
To have you fade
To blow away like dust
And the lights go out
I am alone
All through the night I’m missing you
Your standing there in front of me
I look at you, you look at me
And then your gone
Into the night
Gone without a trace
The sky isn’t the only blackness at night
In the dark
In the cold
Without you
Without you
Alone
In the night
The black, dark, and deceiving night
Night
*      *      *      and you are      *      *            
   *           *  just­ like the moon *      *          
*        *   *      -----so, alone-----      *      *    
   *      *    but you shine bright  *      *    
*     *            at the darkest  *      *     *
   *      *      *     of times  *      *      *      *    
*           *           *           *         *          
I'm here sitting
alone,
the smell of coffee runs through
my veins,
some music i probably will forget
in a few years arguing with
the thought of you,

But I'm here,
I'm here,
writing about what's happening

pretty boring huh?

i call myself a poet
but i can't use high metaphors,

i call myself a poet
but i can't describe fully
how you make me feel

i call myself a poet

but what am i?

I'm just a kid
scared of life
finding new ways to cope
searching for someone to love,
desperate,
not holding unto my dreams
how can i choose with my mind
what's right for the heart to choose.

and you see?
don't you see?

don't worry i can't either

i can't see how great i am
i can't see how other people see me
i wish i could.

i want to believe this was a dream
or
a nightmare at that.

But at last.
I'm here wishing that in another life
i could be with you,
or
maybe in other deaths,

i crave your touch,
i crave you..
with coffee waking up my senses
like a kid in summer waking up early
to go play with his friends.

i wish things were different,
so i wouldn't have to wish.
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