I loath you.
I curse you.
I murder you.
Step
By
Step.
You love my grimace.
You will never leave me,
No matter how many times I dig my nails into you.
You turned me into a fool.
No matter what I try,
You always leave a mark.
Another reminder of my imperfection.
You will never leave me
Because you find comfort in my insecurity.
You laugh when I speak vividly
Of scraping my face off.
There is nothing more I can do.
So I decorate my face
With paint.
And you stay warm underneath.
-Evangeline Bryant
very relatable good job :))
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i like this story
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i like this poem
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I liked your choice of imagery words and it was very relatable
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the reason why this poem is a decently good one is because the acne is used to symbolize how teenagers feel when they go through puberty. They feel ugly and anxious around others and feel disconnected.
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ruh-lah-ta-blay. Good Job you adult 🙂
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