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Beautiful isn't a flat stomach.
It's actually far from that.
You see, some people may call
People beautiful from what
They see on the outside.
I, on the other hand, see
The inner beauty.
& When there's inner beauty,
You seem even more beautiful
On
The
Outside.
No need to starve
Yourself.
Or purge your food.
Or take any pills.
You're already beautiful.
Inside
And
Out.
Outer beauty comes from
Inner beauty.
Confidence is key.
We're all beautiful.
Inside
&
Out.
It's actually far from that.
You see, some people may call
People beautiful from what
They see on the outside.
I, on the other hand, see
The inner beauty.
& When there's inner beauty,
You seem even more beautiful
On
The
Outside.
No need to starve
Yourself.
Or purge your food.
Or take any pills.
You're already beautiful.
Inside
And
Out.
Outer beauty comes from
Inner beauty.
Confidence is key.
We're all beautiful.
Inside
&
Out.
Literature
Pretend
All of my life,
I've played pretend.
At five,
I was a princess.
At seven,
I was a cowgirl.
At ten,
I was a creature of myth.
Now at thirteen,
I pretend to be normal.
Fake a smile,
fake a laugh.
No one really cares,
So I pretend I don't hurt.
Pretend to be happy,
But I'm drowning.
Come with me,
We can play pretend together.
Literature
Dear Poetry,
I am trying to cover my sadness with words.
Tape them against my scars
& wear them like worthy paper cuts.
My tears are alcohol swabs, burning & cleansing
wounds of my own making. Sometimes,
I wish I could hide behind them forever.
But not even this journeyed flesh can stand
castle strong against speechless ink stains.
I know the code. This body does not deserve
a warriors death. & poetry, you're a monster
a creative monster, but evil nonetheless.
I wish to string you into knots, force feed you
down the throats of others. De-format you
& leave you empty; freeversed-
to hang loosely along the heartstrings
of strangers
Literature
To the Vein
To the vein that wasn't cut
To everyone who called me a slut
Just let it be known,
I can stand on my own
Though I still have the need
I refuse to bleed
My scars haven't healed
but my wounds have all sealed.
I'm ready to throw out my blade
and to watch my deepest hurt fade.
For three long years,
my blood was my tears...
So To The Vein That Wasn't Cut
I am Enough.
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Very nice, good job!
I'm pretty cynical, so I don't necessarily agree with the last verse. But that's just me. Loved it anyways!
I'm pretty cynical, so I don't necessarily agree with the last verse. But that's just me. Loved it anyways!