Beautiful

I wrote to myself for i had not a friend,

Awaiting each moment holding grief at each end,

I told not a soul of my victory among failures,

And looked for no healing among emotional tailors,

The sewing they did was said to repair all,

But my screaming repliance returned me no call,

I ask to myself if this world is ment for me,

Looking in the mirror i respond it doubtfully,

No sense has it made for my path to hold faith,

But when it comes to i feel with no taste,

So where in this life will i decide i am true,

Is it the day i find the path lead to you,

Or is it the time that i hold for myself,

The beauty i have obtained with nones help,

The facts are so new but i realize this now,

My grief is unreal and discrase i allowed,

But hold me it can't, my binds to pain will break,

For the hate for me is my only known mistake...

I am beautiful

Reviews

[Augustus]

A very nice write about losing and finding yourself...Pondering over
"For the hate for me is my only known mistake...
I am beautiful"
I loved these lines...there is a sudden realization etched in them...
Very well penned...