If I attempted to expose
my many dysfunctions
with words that simply rhymed…

My heart would surely ache
as I committed to relate
the faults of my weary mind.

And so I stringently confess
between these lines
I have digressed.

And so I survive another day!

In her pretty brown eyes
You could see it
Even with that dainty smile
Her happiness
Vanished
She saw
The disgust
As she looked in the mirror
The hatred
Took over
Her self-love
The pain
Changed
Her mindset
Now
She had sleepless nights full of hopes and dreams
Where
Her tear stained cheeks hit the pillow
She was troubled
Her only wish
Was
Becoming an aura that made people think of the color yellow
She remembers when
If anyone asked
She would’ve said
“I’m used to it.”

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