FunhouseA Poem by caitlin_nicoel17This poem is about my self esteem issues. Poetry helps me feel better.When Iook in the mirror it feels like a gunhouse at the carnival.
Everything just looks wrong. Nothing is how it should be.
Eyes too small. Face too big. Body too wide.
Everything is wrong. Nothing looks right. It's a never-ending nightmare.
A glance in the mirror takes me to the funhouse at the carnival.
I hate the funhouse. It's a never-ending nightmare. I cant't escape. © 2013 caitlin_nicoel17 |
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