this is a poem about another poem that touched me in ways i may never know it's hard to explain how this could be so the moment i read this other poem it talked of its sorrows it talked of its joys it set down in words that which i've never known it brought to the surface mysteries it needed to show this other poem i think reached its goal as it moved through the rhythm rolled through the rhyme took me to places in other times made me look inward enlightened the mind this other poem i read at one time
Dead eyes never cries Emotionless face An angel with no grace A cold soul Inner empty never whole A violent mind Feelings cannot find Mummy won't you ever love me?
Why do we hide every inch in plastic so thick it makes us ***** from the chemicals. Why do we put up with everyone telling us we are perfect just the way we are when in that moment we are covering up our lumps and bumps with acidic powder that we have inflicted upon ourselves
why does society tell us that we're wrong just the way we are that we need this cosmetic and that? and whats worse is, we are society we tell ourselves we aren't good enough until we're thin with ******* and a tiny waste but big hips and long legs and big lips and
with no direction or purpose, we find ourselves wallowing in pools of self-pity. we find ourselves longing for those who whisper spurious words of affection. after all it has always been better to have someone to hold on those cold nights than being alone.