Shards of Glass

Fri, 09/05/2014 - 16:04 -- rareese

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder"

Or so they tell me.

But everyone seems to find the same things beautiful.

Blonde hair, blue/green eyes, thin.

Barbie doll perfect

Barbie doll beautiful

People keep telling me to accept myself

That I'm pretty just the way I am

That I don't need to change or be worried with what other people think

But when I look in the mirror I don't see confident

Or pretty

Or funny

Or nice

I don't see the good

I see the bad

And then I hate myself

A little more everyday 

Then the voices come back

And they tell me awful things about myself, about my life, about the world

And I 







Now I can't see me.

Scattered on the floor all I see

Are the broken pieces

Broken little reflections

Little tiny shards

Itty bitty slivers

Of me


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