Her truth was kinkled...
By what she called [herself].
She...
Managed to demolish what her spirit had worked so hard to build up all because she,
Allowed [herself] to think that she's not worthy.
Worthy to be called beautiful,
To be admired by all,
To be the [it] girl,
She...
Deemed herself unworthy.
Her truth was kinkled,
By the vision she met every time she looked in the mirror.
She...
Kept up the mirage of "everything's okay",
But cried herself to sleep every night, hurt
For nobody cared...
Enough to notice she was dead.
[She] mocked [herself],
[She],
Believed that she could never be
And no one even noticed.
Ayoola Mè
*sob*sob* I should have read this before reading Being beautiful!
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ReplyDeleteelle doit être tellement chanceux d'avoir quelqu'un comme vous pour l'aider. je suis sûr qu'elle vous aime beaucoup et est très fier de vous.
ReplyDeleteJe suis le chanceux, tu es un ange et je ne peux pas imaginer ma vie sans toi
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