The mirror tells no lies
Find happiness in a mans eyes
My pillow can't hold any more of my cries
You break me
Every confidence within me dies.
Why can't you try?
Don’t look at me
And tell me those lies
No I’m not a size 2 or even 12
But just love me
And what inside my head
Not just dine then take to bed
Was not my fault all these years that I’ve been fed
One day I will be a little dolly
Than maybe than you can look at my body.
**1st time writer please comment**
a write on love immature...but that is only one thing...what is important is, you have the stuff in you to speak out poetic what you feel...good poem, Sophonie…i give you ten
this is def a sensitive topic and ur real brave to confront it i really like the beginning of the poem
a extremely deep poem, so much truth to it too. Its a real shame that people cannot get past outwardly appearances to get to know the beautiful person within
A very good write on a very sensitive topic that can pretain to any given era, I am afraid.... Love the person within, not the person withhout...... Bonnie
If you ask me that is cool, it reflects to different angles of love I like it keep it up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some desperation at physical incompetance it seems. But not to be bogged down by such feelings., You must go past all these ideas and grow bigger spiritually. best wishes, arya