They say I'm pretty
But the mirror says no
They say I have fair skin
But all I could see are bruises
Knives from my back
And bullet holes
They say people can only see
What they want to
And show what they only want to
Maybe it's true
They say I'm perfect
Because that's what I want them to see
Not the ugly and dark clouds
Inside me

I wish my ride took me forever
To reach my destination
But it said
It will only take 2 hours
And I eventually made it after 2 hours
Unhappily

You will not get to know me
Based on my poetry
Because everything you've read
Isn't even half with what's in my head

Someday, these bullets
Are going to melt inside me
And become flowers
Someday, I'll bloom
And nobody would ever
Dare to touch me

I
just
want
to
keep
my
cheeks
dry
until
the
very
end.