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Jan 2015
As i scroll down my instagram feed in fear of becoming jealous
of one's body
or one's long luscious hair
or one's "societal" beauty
or just plain ******* awesomeness
I think to myself
like an old broken record player
the words continue playing in my head
your ******* beautiful
in my head
but not my heart
it's obviously not right down there
because jealousy, fear, and hate roams
come on girl get right i say
you'll get better another day
maybe not today maybe not tommorow
but take the risk...
you may feel envious today but who knows what more you'll learn about yourself and come to love...
who knows what the future holds...
Idk i jist came from instagram ya know with pictures full of Miley cyrus, "pretty girls", and sometimes i avoid some pictures because i don't want to become envious, in fear of that, and not being good enough for myself, but im gonna take a risk and let go of my thoughts that I latch on to.
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Miley Cyrus  Mars
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