A mirror is a girl's worst enemy.
We know what pretty is,
But we don't see it in ourselves.
We know what ugly is,
And we see it everywhere in ourselves.
A mirror is just an object,
A piece of glass propped upon a door.
Why do we let that control our life?

You want to know why?
Because, frankly,
It displays the absolute truth.
It doesn't lie like so many people in this world.
It bends light,
But it doesn't bend the truth.
Girls become so obsessed in what that slab of glass displays:
A young girl,
Not yet 16.
A girl trying to find her strength behind the tears.
A girl trying to find her beauty behind her insecurities.
All because an inanimate object showed her something she didn't want to see.

But if you look deeper,
You will see that no "ugliness" is really worth it.
Ugliness should not be a factor in our life.
Whether you include someone or not shouldn't be based on beauty.
It should be based on character.
Once you come to terms with that,
You will be in control.
You can look past your "ugliness" in the mirror.
And when you look at that reflection,
You search deep into your soul.
You find yourself.
You learn to deal with what you got,
Even though you are not perfect.
Celebrate those imperfections
That the smudged mirror presented to you.
Because without them,
You just wouldn't be yourself.
They are what make you, you.

you wish me to be
free from my demons
and calm like the sea
how angered I am
that you can't see
I'm lost in the ocean
with nothing but monsters inside of me ;
      and I wish you would realize
      awareness is key.

silence
poorly constructed
shattered so easily by
those too callous to care

Everything I write I write for you
Every syllable every word
Is all I wish I had the courage so say to you
But don't.

Depression, is a concession of unstable chemicals made from the memories of cruel intentions,
My life is still here plodding along..
But only I hear the sound of my own thoughts like an annoying repetitive song.
I hear that little voice, calm down it says! stop filling your stupid head,
with anxiety a lack of self motivation and such a thing as recreation, only self interrogation and constant *******.
I think of ways of ending it.. A rope around my neck?... or a cocktail of prescribed drugs?
I try to find help but no one is willing or the nhs has started billing,
I blame society and the burning of the bras,
things were simpler with our evolutionary past.
Nothing is moving I am stuck,
I feel useless and out of so called ambitious luck.
My patience is wearing and poignant preparations, is it really that necessary?
I just can't be fckd!
Move on, try again and again.
Run away!...
But financially there is no escape!
The cruel beatings,
the childhood ruined by my selfish relatives and a man I fell pregnant with.
Take away the memories..
please take them away before I cry the tears from the river of blood and pain.

A silence with you
Is not
a silence

But a moment rich
with peace

For the first time

I feel less like running away than usual
I feel less like throwing my walls up
I feel less like hiding

I love
The way you kiss my fingertips slowly
Your closed eyes when we kiss

How you cried, that night
When I was unhappy
And it had nothing to do with you

When you push my hair away from my face
When you call me beautiful
You say it as if you are in awe

How whenever we see a child wherever we are
You point it out, look at me and
Smile
As if you want to share that moment with me

How we call hugs
Presents
So that we give each other something
Everyday

How you listen to everything
I have to say
Even if you are so tired

what you don’t know
i never stop thinking about you
when you don’t say hi to me
it ruins my day.
the way you say bye
can make me smile
or cry.
if you don’t look at me
i run through everything
i said
to make sure
i didn’t do anything wrong.
i get jealous
without meaning to.
just show me you’re human
because you can do no wrong
in my eyes.