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Jun 16
you look so pathetic.
In my skin, making me sick
closest to me yet so far
do i even know who you really are?

so used to this feeling
yet you never seeΒ 
the hatred I hold for you and me.
your reflection is all I fear to wear

Not too late ,hide behind that mask
why aren't you the image of what I ask?
I want your soul to be out of me
In your next life, will you be pretty?

I pity you for not being smart.
just be like her, it's not that hard!
A life unlived, tied in a knot
I beg to be someone you are not.

here I am, talking to a mirror, cursing
feels like that flesh keeps bruising
A blade to the skin, yet nothing is freedΒ 
drowning in scars no one can see.
Written by
Ashh  17/F
(17/F)   
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