Untitled #6

by matter165

December 12, 2013

Believe me,

I am aware

Of every single flaw

Or imperfection

That creates my

Monstrous existence.

So who are you

To come and blame

My imperfections

For making me

Human.

If I have

Already spent

The past

Minutes and hours

Sitting in front of a looking glass,

Telling myself

That I am

A living, breathing

Waste of precious space?

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Comments (1)

KonKreteRose90Jun 19, 2018

<p>This gave me chills! You are an excellent writer. The poem touches my soul simply because I have felt these exact words many times in my life. </p>

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