Look At Me.
This is my skin, stained and blemished,
Stretched out before you like worn satin over fragile bones.
Look At Me.
These are my eyes, sad and wet,
Staring into yours like a direct pathway to my soul.
Look At Me.
This is my mouth, turned down at the sides,
Letting go of the forged smile it’s held for so long.
Look At Me.
This is my body, naked and bare,
Exposed to you in the hidden hopes of unconditional love.
Look At Me.
This is my heart, decorated in scars,
Laid out in front of yours begging you to guard it.
Look At Me.
This is me, every broken piece,
Standing before you asking you to put me back together.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a nice poem, with deep feelings of love.if he doesn't care about you, he is unlucky.