Looking at the mirror
All she saw
Was the worthlessness he painted her to be
Fresh bright and permanent it seemed
She grew tired of trying
To wipe it off
Change who she saw
Imprinted in her mind
And the piercing within her of her broken pieces
Kept her alive
Relieving each time
Who she was to him
WORTHLESS.
Do you read anywhere? This would sound good with a voice. Great work!
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Oh thanks. No I don’t read just write.
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