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miras Dec 9
when i know you are nerby
i feel excited, filled with joy
but things are really hard, oh boy
that sometimes i wanna cry

but despite that, i crave for
time that would be spent with you
feelings cut through my very core
i kinda wish to be born anew
because im not perfect for you

and yet i sought to see you smile
sincerely, even if meanwhile,
i have no face or body, worth.
as if the ugly tends to the perfect
i want to hear you cry and mirth
want to talk to you and connect

and yes, i know that you will reject
even if that is true i wont neglect
the feelings of affection that im filled with
toward the beauty of yourself
by the way, it is the year fifth---
the last chance left on the shelf
barely has punctuation for a reason
miras Dec 9
Right in front of the mirror
Couldn't be an error—
Stood the two, unfazed
By the look of crazed
On both of them;
Clock shows - 2 AM
One was mesmerized
While the other - agonized.
Eyes were amazed by
The beauty of face and body;
They both made a cry—
“Disgusting…”, “what a hottie!”

Gazing at the window said:
“Imperfect and ugly,
Selfish and a phony—
You should be dead!”
They saw there nothing but
Failure and total ****;
Grasping their neck, wishing it to be cut;
Felt the hate that went from—
The pits of abyss
Which was the soul of this—.

“The hair and that skin!
So smooth and clean
Face perfect as a goddess—
Divine self, more and not less!”
They were happy,
To shine, fully ready
For the loving and sharing
Their light, with caring,
To others' miserable selfs,
To save their broken shells.

But the clock struck again—tick-tock,
And the two froze, locked.
One whispered, "Who am I, truly?"
The other murmured, "Am I worthy?"
The mirror stayed silent,
Its truth’s still defiant.
Two minds at war, yet one body—
A perfect mess of soul and folly.

— The End —