I wish you had seen me grow with my height marks on the wall, Watching me run down the stairs when I heard that dinner call.
By Marissa3 years ago in Poets
I’m tired of looking in the mirror and hating what i see, I’m tired of looking at a reflection of someone that isn’t me.
My cheeks ache as I hold the same shy smile to make me look engaged, ‘you’re staring too hard’ it says so I tear my eyes away.