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Aug 2018
every time i meet someone new
i mold them this perfect piece of me
this great personality made from clay
and with each person is a softest sculpture
but when i’m alone
i find that this clay
is just an ugly gray piece of play-doh
no shape
just plain and unsure
I don’t know who I am. I feel so sure of myself when my molded self is around. But  I no longer know  what to shape this clay into.
Pure of Stars
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Pure of Stars  16/F/i don’t know
(16/F/i don’t know)   
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     Alec, Kay, andromeda green and Molly
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