Beauty CrowdsA Poem by EstelleThe ones I cherish and love Are my grotesque angels of the darkBeauty crowds me until I die I loathe it and its standards I hate the beauty that others pride The ugly ones, the ugly things The misfits, rejects, freaks of the pack Coarse and rough Hardened, toughened, weary, strong Grown in the dark, hidden in the shadows Bullied, teased, belittled, hated Those ones I cherish and love My horrific, angelic nightmares of the dark Their rough edges How I long to caress and shower with kisses © 2014 EstelleAuthor's Note
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Added on June 30, 2014 Last Updated on June 30, 2014 AuthorEstelleAboutHeya! I'm Estelle. I've been writing since I was in 5th grade and love it. I also like reading and receiving prompts or requests because they're fun and I like making me people happy. I love weird thi.. more..Writing
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