Imperfection haunts me like a ghost,
terrifying me to no end.
She follows me into every corner of the dark house,
ready to jump out at me at any second.
Her hair is blonde, her body pale,
almost invisible,
though I know she is lurking in the shadows
like an unwanted house guest.
There is a legend that says
she'll never leave you,
always being your shadow.
I want to run,
but my feet are glued to the ground,
and her cold grasp is strong around my ankles.
I cry, but no one hears, my scream muted.
I feel hopeless and have started to accept
that I'll never be the girl of my dreams –
only the one that haunts my nightmares.
4.18.2023
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pieces of me: poems
PoetryTo the girl twenty-four hours ago, crying into her pillow and questioning what comes next, you'll be okay. "pieces of me" is a collection of thoughts that make up who I am, inspired by either fictional or real emotions and experiences. Through poetr...
