Reverse Poem: “I’m Used to It”

In her pretty brown eyes You could see it Even with that dainty smile Her happiness Vanished She saw The disgust As she looked in the mirror The hatred Took over Her self-love The pain Changed Her mindset Now She had sleepless nights full of hopes and dreams Where Her tear stained cheeks hit the pillow She was troubled Her only wish Was Becoming an aura that made people think of the color yellow She remembers when If anyone asked She would’ve said “I’m used to it.” Now read from bottom to top.

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