Loading...

No Title (yet)

Looking at myself, I see distortion
I am crying,
Pointing out all that is imperfection
Pointing out every blemish, every freckle, every pound... Every scar
My image of beauty
Shattered, broken
The anger in my tears, staining my too pale of skin,
The disfigurement of the body I’m in
I used to wake up every day with a smile on my face
Now, standing in the mirror wearing nothing but a frown
I trace the lines of my scars... What a disgrace
I listen in silence as the words become violent
A foul word never leaving my tongue
Pulling myself out of the abyss of hurtful lashings
I look at myself again
The scars, reflecting like an illusion upon my soul
Showing each kind of pain of my misguided goal
I tried to fit in, only to get put down
Time and time again
The cruelty of this world, my eternal suffering
The never ending pain of hoping
Hoping that one day
Someone will look at me and say
“You are beautiful”

(2014)

This is supposed to be a slam poem. It is my first attempt at one so be kind.

#Distortion #Hope #Poem #Shattered #SlamBeautyBroken

Other works by Rachel...



Top