6 lines, 10 beats per
Sometimes, I start to think I'm the perfect
weight for myself; then she comes into my
room and tries on all my new clothes, saying
loud, "They look better on me," or, "If you
hadn't stretched this one out so much, I could
wear it." The saddest part is that she's right.
I'm sorry- you can't be a completely normal teenage girl unless you feel inadequate at least once.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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