Razor blades and thoughts
tear us apart as we let them.
We see ourselves as we see no other.
When we look in the mirror, we see our flaws.
The birthmark on our neck only we can see.
The flaws we grew up with.
The imperfections we learned to hate.
The more compliments we receive, the more conscious we become.
The more we try to hide our true selves.
Try to draw attention away from them;
From our scars.
Our wrinkles.
Our past.
Our future.
Our NOW.
Our later.
Until we find that person.
That one person
Who will break down our walls just to be able to be the one to build them up again once they're with you.
Strive to find and be that person.
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC
Razor blades and thoughts
tear us apart as we let them.
We see ourselves as we see no other.
When we look in the mirror, we see our flaws.
The birthmark on our neck only we can see.
The flaws we grew up with.
The imperfections we learned to hate.
The more compliments we receive, the more conscious we become.
The more we try to hide our true selves.
Try to draw attention away from them;
From our scars.
Our wrinkles.
Our past.
Our future.
Our NOW.
Our later.
Until we find that person.
That one person
Who will break down our walls just to be able to be the one to build them up again once they're with you.
Strive to find and be that person.
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