Poems from sarahac

In a Year
At the start, She was kind, beautiful, free. She was individual, unique Better than she’d ever been. Then, near the middle, And more...
Might As Well Be Fake
Oh the filter, The super appealing, Eye catching, Version of me. Is that seriously who I want to be? A girl who is insecure Would rather...
These So Called Standards
In. Out. In. Out. One breath. Another one. That’s what I’m telling myself, As I’m bombarded with Outrageously unattainable Standards So...