Category : Poems

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I wanna feel pretty. 

I wish that I could have made who I wanna be. 

I wish that we could all feel positive and feel that we're beautifully made. 

Words hurt and they make us bleed. 

Don't you wanna feel pretty. 

Wishing that I could make myself of who I want to be. 

What I wanna look like and the size. 

Why does the reflection hurt 

Why does it melt me to see 

And those dreams they reminded me that I wasn't pure beauty to your eye's. 

Nightmares won't stop 

And those harsh word's will forever taunt me.