Submissions by Namhla
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
My imperfections
My imperfections have brought out the worst in me.
A victim of a truth I could never see.
A reflection of a person I could never be.
Lies often bringing out the devil in me.
Lack of trust making an enemy out of me.
Uncertainty unleashing the paranoia in me.
Ignorance is the only key that despises me.
Peer pressure often making a mockery of me.
Fake friends constantly wanting something from me.
My insecurities remind me of the great partner I could never be.
These tears bringing out the coward in me.
Wiping my tears to see what can not...
A victim of a truth I could never see.
A reflection of a person I could never be.
Lies often bringing out the devil in me.
Lack of trust making an enemy out of me.
Uncertainty unleashing the paranoia in me.
Ignorance is the only key that despises me.
Peer pressure often making a mockery of me.
Fake friends constantly wanting something from me.
My insecurities remind me of the great partner I could never be.
These tears bringing out the coward in me.
Wiping my tears to see what can not...
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Taught to shade a less tone of imperfect,I could never be myself.
Diet pills in a protective barrier all stocked up on the shelf.
Hinges screeching,a sound so abnormal.
Silenced by the possibility of loneliness,this can not be normal.
My concerns and insecurities only a dark secret away,locked up,subliminal.
More worried about how much I'm not consuming instead of thinking of the mouths I could be feeding.
Stomach plastered to my rib cage,only bones visible,is she really eating?
Dresses shorter than my life expectancy.
Thinking that relating to a...
Diet pills in a protective barrier all stocked up on the shelf.
Hinges screeching,a sound so abnormal.
Silenced by the possibility of loneliness,this can not be normal.
My concerns and insecurities only a dark secret away,locked up,subliminal.
More worried about how much I'm not consuming instead of thinking of the mouths I could be feeding.
Stomach plastered to my rib cage,only bones visible,is she really eating?
Dresses shorter than my life expectancy.
Thinking that relating to a...
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