Someone in between
My reflection stares back at me
My face is painted with the word "but"
I spoke truth and love softly
But those that spoke loudest were heard first
Perhaps I'll never feel whole
A face drawn with ink
Almost art
But the rain smeared the image
A girl that was pretty
But only when she was sculpted to be what others wanted to see
Someone in between
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 3:01 AM UTC
Someone in between
My reflection stares back at me
My face is painted with the word "but"
I spoke truth and love softly
But those that spoke loudest were heard first
Perhaps I'll never feel whole
A face drawn with ink
Almost art
But the rain smeared the image
A girl that was pretty
But only when she was sculpted to be what others wanted to see
Someone in between
I've felt like this poem has been in me for as long as I could remember. I've only just now found the words.