The simplicity in those words can cut so deep,
The very words which cause the simple girls to weep.
Plain and void of the stereotype beauty.
Days and days we continue to grow,
Fluorishing typically, a sight to behold.
But to what extend?
Is the light so dim that the tears-filled eyes appear invisible,
Receiving and receiving no matter how horrible,
The blows to one’s esteem.
Forget the need to point out to state the obvious,
Instilled in memories, painful and malicious.
A fragmant of the nightmare has returned.
Been devoid for so long from the shallow minds,
The sliver of their degraratory and painful lines,
The skin’s not as thick as it was assumed.
-no, this poem is not some love mumbo jumbo. I only reserve love poems for heartbreaks. The self esteem was stimulated to take a dive yesterday. Don’t worry, this is only temporary.