I don't think I'd care to be here
I would go somewhere
do something
so I didn't have to talk to me
listen to me
nod along with me
I'm just sitting here nodding along.
I try to feel beautiful,
to understand what others see,
to appreciate curves, dimples, skin,
to never underestimate me.
But, I try and I try and all I see is me...
my beauty.
"you have a brush. you have your color. paint paradise. then go in..." -kazantzakis
sometimes i wonder
when i'll allow
closeness to be
enough.
My life passes me by
I notice small things...
A smile
And time escapes the setting
The same old type of
Feeling different this time
Uneasy
I fear I will stumble.
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