Category : Poems

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I'm not quite sure what's wrong
Because what the world sees I don't.
I don't know how I can continue on
Because I know to love myself, I just won't.
Everyday is a constant reminder
That God can indeed make a mistake.
Why didn't he make me like the others? 
Then maybe I can look at myself without self hate. 
I would rather live life without the stress
Of being perfect in a way I cannot define. 
If I could ever escape this horrid mess
Would I become sane or blind?
I hope the day will finally come
Where I can look in the mirror and smile.
Until then I’m content being a phantom 
Locked in my room, lonely and docile