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Tears
They run down my cheeks,
As I look into the mirror,
They smudge my mascara,
and the makeup I use to hide imperfection.
They drip onto my clothes,
and the sleeves I that cover my scars,
They taste salty and bitter,
like parts of my past.
They make me so ashamed,
that I’m still crying at this age,
it’s a sensation I cannot explain,
Don’t blame me, blame the pain.
As I wipe my face clean,
the urge to cover it up again fills my mind,
I do my best to contain my disappointment,
I close my eyes.
Its months later I notice,
there’s no need to be afraid,
you’re beautiful as you are,
don’t be ashamed.
😔❤️🙂
© PositivelyNegative
As I look into the mirror,
They smudge my mascara,
and the makeup I use to hide imperfection.
They drip onto my clothes,
and the sleeves I that cover my scars,
They taste salty and bitter,
like parts of my past.
They make me so ashamed,
that I’m still crying at this age,
it’s a sensation I cannot explain,
Don’t blame me, blame the pain.
As I wipe my face clean,
the urge to cover it up again fills my mind,
I do my best to contain my disappointment,
I close my eyes.
Its months later I notice,
there’s no need to be afraid,
you’re beautiful as you are,
don’t be ashamed.
😔❤️🙂
© PositivelyNegative
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