Chapter 18 of 20

Self pity

Poems for the soul78 words~1 min read

look at me with distain,

darting to each imperfection.Tracing the flawed skin with bitter hate .

Idealisation of her on my mind . Though I've tried to shake the pain of comparison, my wondering eyes can't abstain from looking , though it feels mundane.

My body feels so helpless like I built myself a cage.

I can't stand the sight of her , I have to look away .

Just cover my reflection, and leave me ,im okay.

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