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Who were we before we knew what the world wanted?

By Roseline OtekoPublished 10 months ago 1 min read

I'm always in balance

I know how to dance that dance

Got no stains on my hands

I'd never give them a chance

To see

The imperfection that I am

Everyday, I hide something

That I don't think is good enough

I hide and hide till I disappear

And I don't know who I'm showing off.

I stare into the mirror and see

A reflection of the world.

But what about me?

How do I look?

How did I smile before?

How did I laugh?

Before I trained myself

How did I feel

Before I practiced my reactions?

Can I get it back?

My authentic self

Or maybe build a new one?

What if I admit it?

That I'm a cracked clay pot

I'm the bed that creaks

And I'm the roof that leaks

I'm the book with torn pages

I've been that way for ages.

I'm a clay pot with pretty colors

I'm a warm comfy bed

The roof that leaks onto a potted plant

The book that's so good they took pages

sad poetry

About the Creator

Roseline Oteko

Sometimes, when my emotions run high or my thoughts are overflowing, they pour into words. Otherwise, I like Ryan Reynolds, eating and lusting after gorgeous houses. Like and subscribe if you like what you read :)

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Comments (1)

  • Roselyne Oteko10 months ago

    Yes I'm the book with torn pages but it was so good that they couldn't help but pluck the damn pages. I love how you portray self-image and everyone should appreciate themselves no matter what !!

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