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Beauty.Is it defined by


Beauty. Is it defined by the magnitude of a scar Or any of the shit I went through just to get this far?? Hatred, disgust, angst, fear Soaring through my brain Penetrating even the depths of my mind Clouding the image I see as I glare into the mirror Everything disappears Yet the scar still remains Much much clearer. Raging thoughts of negativity peak Harmful hatred Detrimental disgust Anxiety driven angst Foolish fears Piercing through the barriers of my eyes Exposing the weakness hidden inside My strength as a grownup collides with the innocence of my inner child Unable to hold my head high, I rely on my body to provide something that coincides with my mind's image of acceptable.... Beautiful.
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jwiener
Anyone who has ever felt insecure about the way they look or feel goes through all the emotions that you describe in this poem. I think the best line is "My strength as a grownup collides with the innocence of my inner child" because as we grow up we try to be strong, but as we grow up we also seem to find more things that we are self conscious of, so there is a never-ending cycle.

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