Fancy fantasy, Come certain elusiveness. Betrayal of self.
Category: My Writing
Dysmorphic
I’m reposting this poem I wrote, because I’m feeling it today…
Mirror, mirror,
Why is she the most fair?
Seething in self-sight,
Legs full of hair,
with a dress so tight.
All desires floating in air,
Reality not so contraire.
Acceptance: A Haiku
Needless worrying, About that, you can't control! It is what it is!
Desolately Lost
Who am I for now? Destined for desolation. But I can’t end it.
Break
Losing, spiraling Out of control, without hope Where is my footing?
