CAN'T MISS ME
Yes, I'm here
Underneath all the pain
Under the coating of grimy agony
You can look
I don't mind
In truth you'd be preferred
I of course
Have looked at you
I've peaked and gawked and pondered
But all you see
When you look at me
Is someone less than perfect
But yes I'm here
Underneath all this
And I'll stay here
'Till you come round
To see me as I truly am.
That's the end, but I'll try and write something new so that this pathetic excuse for a poem doesn't end up being the top of my posts for too long.
2 comments:
I really like this poem. I would love it if I didn't think there was some sadness in it, but that's bcz I'm your Madre and don't want you to be sad. I love grimy agony and peaking and gawking. LOVE IT.
its amazing
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