MyselfA Poem by PsychePretty plain in language, as far as a "deeper meaning" goes.Her hair, her skin, her clothes Mean Everything. My face. my waist, my gait I hate so much. "Well, if you don't love yourself, You can't love someone else," Is all I hear, and it's a lie. Because, I've felt the pain, of being unloved by the most important person in my life. ME. And I want someone to feel The Love I wish I could give myself.
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Added on October 25, 2016 Last Updated on October 25, 2016 AuthorPsycheAboutI am a recent high school graduate just looking for feedback on some poems I've written that helped me cope with not only the average teenage "struggles", but with some very serious issues as well. I'.. more..Writing
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