I am a sketch without contours

Just thought of writing and sharing this

Daring and outrageous

I am less confounding than insidious

With the reflection of comedowns

My faith is erroneous

I am a sketch without contours

I am those fingers which are unable to manoeuvre

Tired,exhausting and shaking

I am restless,but unable to disappear

Fully steeped into disappointment

Scrambled,smelling of vile,

I am an added "O" in enjoyment

Enjoy-me-nOt

My existence is an appendix

Redundant and serving no purpose

I am that trash attached to intestines

Remove me and upgrade your life

I hate the mirrors,they are my enemies.

Life is not vast but a matter of brevity

I'll keep my eyes forward and back towards the mirror

For in it the beauty becomes ignored and insecurity becomes revered.

Author's Note

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