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Oct 2016
There are thoughts that hold me hostage.
Im imprisoned by my mind.
Menacing demons flaunt their voices.
And make my suffering eyes go blind.

I stare into my reflection.
What am I never satisfied?
When all of those around me
Say Im beautiful in their eyes.

I seem to have this unsolved problem.
These demons tear me down.
I do my best to try and fight them.
But I fall straight to the ground.

I want to be like them...
so perfect is what I thought.
But the worst thing I can do to me
Is be someone that *Im not
Love yourself...
Ruth Cardenas
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Ruth Cardenas
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