Ugly - Poem by Rachel Smith
I am beautifully broken into pieces of perfection.
Standing at my mirror I study my reflection.
Dark circles under my eyes,
show that I can't sleep.
No one knows about my bulimia,
even though they see my disfigured teeth.
Acne flourishes with my stress,
I never let people see me at my worst
because I hide it with the best.
The best make up to cover up the imperfect face.
I then hide my disfigured body with over sized clothing,
such a classy taste.
Long sleeves cover the bruises and the scars.
We all put on a happy face
to hide who we truly are.
I'm sick and tormented,
I don't like being seen.
I hide every flaw so no one knows
that I'm actually ugly.
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