Category: self / self esteem


Cracks

I hardly smile for fear that the cracks will show

I pretend to laugh to hide what is disfigured inside

I look strong so as not to reveal I’m breaking

But I am

Slowly

I’m tearing apart on the inside

And the cracks?

Are showing ever slowly

©Maria Michaela

Nameless

You can’t find the words to describe me.

I am known and unknown to you.

I am a familiar face and a stranger at the same time.

You think you know me but you are doubtful.

You look for the slightest touch of familiarity but it’s not there.

You stare and wonder and ask yourself

“Who is she?”

Everybody looks pretty

Seems perfect and flawless

While I…

I am plain

Harsh

Harsh words keep me from being myself

Although I still try to love myself more

Each day…

Harsh people kill me slowly inside

They devour what little self-esteem I have left in me

Wish I Was Selfish

Sometimes I wish I was selfish…

To take what I want

Keep I have

And not feel guilty for putting myself first.

Invincible

There are days that I feel I can do it all

That nothing can stop me.

However, these days are minimal.

Oh how I wish they came more than usual.

Bulges and Bumps

I do not have a sexy body

I have bulges here

Curves everywhere

Bumps in different places

You may hate it

Or you may accept it

But this is me

I am real

I am the unperfect girl

Bulges, bumps, curves and all

Filled, Full, Overflow

This head is filled with dreams

Overflowing of ideas.

This heart is full of love

Overflowing of emotions.

Sometimes it’s a good thing

Though often, it gets her in trouble.

I live in a country were pale skin is considered pretty

Which is an irony

Because most people are brown, bronze, dark, or colored

.

They look at me with envy

And say I’m lucky…

Only because I’m pale, that they think me a beauty.

.

Almost everyone here wants snow white skin

While I think “morenos” or “morenas” are beautiful

But I don’t try to change my skin color

Unlike most I see around me

.

If beauty is just skin deep

Then I don’t want to be considered beautiful

I’d rather be seen as pretty because of my dry wit and sarcasm

Because of my intelligence and quirkiness

.

I’ll shed this pale white skin

And be a different kind of beauty

Starve

If I starve myself will you be kinder?

If I starve myself will you be nicer?

Will you treat me better?

Will you be just a little sweeter?

If I starve myself to meet your standards,

Will you accept me with arms wide open afterwards?

So I starve myself and I begin to deteriorate

My starvation, it accelerates

I drown and become lost

I only paid for my life, it’s not much of a cost.

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