![]() Image WashedA Poem by LuceGal![]() A poem about realizing that by changing your image only to please those around you, you're loosing part of yourself.![]() Image Washed My eyes are fogged. My face is plaster. Piece by piece, I'm put together. My lips are swollen. My lashes; heavy. A perfect print, declared unready. My skin is painted. My brows are stripped. This is beauty- the key to bliss? My mind is screaming. My body quakes. I am wiser- it's time I wake. My facade is washed. My eyeliner drips. A mirror shows who I dismissed. My voice is my own. My image; a blessing Time to be, and stop pretending. © 2014 LuceGalAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() LuceGalNCAboutHey, I'm not exactly to sure what I should say, which is a normal for me =). I'm currently a junior in high school and lets just say I'm not the best student in the world (I should be doing homework r.. more..Writing
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