Finding out what true beauty is

I was lost , I felt alone

I felt broken and I had no confidence ,

to me I was not beauitful , I knew not what beauty was, Then I realize what you think 

is what you become , waht I was becoming and what I was tihnking is what I wanted

to be and what I wanted to be is who I am thank you  !

This poem is about: 
Me
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741