Mirrors,
You never notice their magnitude,
Until each glimpse of reflection disgusts you,
Depresses you even,
When you are miserable enough,
To question significance of breathing,
Or why being born to this earth,
Has left you to feel deprived,
When your consciousness tells,
What you believe are lies.
*You are a beautiful person,
Be aware of hidden gems.*
Yet, compliments of being physically appealing are avoided like molten tempers,
Promises of the sweetest nothings,
You know to not take to heart,
After all,
You know what it is that they really want.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
Mirrors,
You never notice their magnitude,
Until each glimpse of reflection disgusts you,
Depresses you even,
When you are miserable enough,
To question significance of breathing,
Or why being born to this earth,
Has left you to feel deprived,
When your consciousness tells,
What you believe are lies.
*You are a beautiful person,
Be aware of hidden gems.*
Yet, compliments of being physically appealing are avoided like molten tempers,
Promises of the sweetest nothings,
You know to not take to heart,
After all,
You know what it is that they really want.
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