Tomorrow



It gets easier right?
One day I'll look at the face in the mirror and won't cringe at the sight.
The next time I think of my image the thought shouldn't be "if only I could..."

I love the reassuring tone of voice, telling me I'm beautiful
But that's all it is a pretty voice carrying pretty words to the wind. 

It's exhausting you know, trying to live up to my personal standards.
Or expecting that the next person who sits next to me
won't point out the tightness of my clothes or the dryness of my skin 

Burns doesn't it?
Having to read this far and seeing yourself displayed on paper?
What more can I say? The universe's twisted sense of humor built the world this way.

And we feed the comedies with our own insecurities.

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