Everything Beautiful inside of me is taken.
Everything that framed my body has cracked.
Everything that once molded who I was and what I wanted to become has shattered.
Everything healthy inside of me has hollowed out and left completly.
And I feel dead inside.
So I curse my features,
For they do not follow suit.
And I am broken.
But a solid mask is stuck in place,
masking my truths from any followers.
So I stay peaced together.
Hiding from my true form.
So well that I hide from myself
Jan 12, 2012
Jan 12, 2012 at 10:04 PM UTC
Everything Beautiful inside of me is taken.
Everything that framed my body has cracked.
Everything that once molded who I was and what I wanted to become has shattered.
Everything healthy inside of me has hollowed out and left completly.
And I feel dead inside.
So I curse my features,
For they do not follow suit.
And I am broken.
But a solid mask is stuck in place,
masking my truths from any followers.
So I stay peaced together.
Hiding from my true form.
So well that I hide from myself
This is an old poem that I dug up, and thought someone might relate to. Don't give up! The answer is always out there, even if it is good at hiding.
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