self-esteem. . .
What is it about me that attract such ugly people?"
I cannot put my finger on what it is
All of the insecurities that I thought were gone are not vanquished
But hidden in a place that I thought that I could never get to
A place that resurfaces even in the face of the lies that I tell to myself
The lies that yes I’m okay
That yes I do not need anyone
The lies that others are unimportant
The lies that I do not need nor do I want friends
The lies that the beauty that I so desperately long for doesn’t have to be validated by anyone or anything else but my
broken mirror
The lies that there is nothing really wrong with me
That there is no problem so great within me that God alone can and won’t fix The lies that I am flawless, sleeping and breathing and livin underneath a tough exterior that is so easily broken...
I am water
and the others can see right through me effortlessly
who did I possibly think that I was fooling?
I guess...
Only myself
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