These bad thoughts of mine,
swirling,
Poisoning my brain
Making my eyes blind for who I have become.
Received compliments to a blind mind, only seeing the imperfections.
Not worthy. Not worthy until I feel im good enough.
When is that?
Maybe when I lay underneath the ground, with flowers on top of the dirt will my mind finally be at ease.
Wish I could see what they see, not a cracked mirror.