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pieces Sep 2013
My life consists on "what if."
What if I was prettier?
What if I was attractive?
What if I had a pretty smile, a nice voice, and a pretty long hair?
What if I had more confidence on myself?
Would people like me?
Would I be happy?
Would the guy I like, likes me back?
Would I be able to do what I want without feeling "weird"?
Would I be important to someone?
Would people look at me and think,
"Wow, she's beautiful."
Would my life be different?
Or would my life still be the same:
full of insecurities, lies and sadness?
But the truth is that I'll never know.
pieces Sep 2013
The same girl who always cares about everyone
even if nobody cares about her;
is the same girl whom her friends tell her she's pretty
but she thinks otherwise.
Is the same girl who seems to be happy,
but has scars that show otherwise.
Is the same girl that when she looks herself at a mirror,
finds every flaw on her body
and has no fingers left to keep counting.
Is the same girl who finds difficult to sleep at night
because she can not stop thinking
about things that have happened in the past that still hurt her.
Is the same girl who mortifies herself
by what people think.
Is the same girl that can be surrounded by thousands of people,
but always feel alone.
Is the same girl who helps everybody
knowing who most needs help
is herself.
Is the same girl who hates her face, her body
and everything about herself.
Is the same girl whom you will see smiling of happiness,
but most of the time
she will be filled with sadness.
Is the same girl who's looking for happiness,
although happiness
is not looking for her.
pieces Sep 2013
Insecurities are killing me
They are seizing me
They are stronger than me
Stronger than my own self
Stronger than I imagined
I can't escape from them
It's like I'm a prisoner
of my own body.

— The End —