20/F Inside I'm made of words.
Inside I'm life and death and light and darkness. I'm your worst dream and your greatest secret. I'm a beautiful and chaotic world.
Trapped in the body of a girl. 80 followers / 4.0k words
Now, why don't you stop looking, at all your little imperfections. Torturing yourself with all your differences. Every artist knows that it's the smallest details that make a picture valuable. They make up what is you. And that is beautiful
It's always the smallest of things we find we dislike. However, those small things are also what make us different. And being different in a world of carbon copies is amazing. You are amazing in all your flaws. Remember this.
They might have boiled in my stomach. They might have clawed up my throat. They might have dripped from my eyes. But now, they're just something that I wrote.
Sometimes you just have to write it. Then let it go.
I write poetry, Just not for everyone, to cry, or to laugh, or to feel for me, But for myself, To read them later, to recall the times, I was happy, or In pain, reminding myself, to look up, and move on.....
They say eyes never lie. But how can I know, when yours are always closed? When you're always blocking out the world? Never opening up, or risking being exposed? How can I know, if truth is what you speak? when your eyes, never tell a thing?