I don’t know when, or why,
But the time came,
When the mirror stopped hating me.
The fear that I won’t live up to the face.
Jumps onto my mind,
like pollen from a spitting flower
I hope it doesn’t stick,
Because I have allergies.
Wrong Face
Published by sickybeat
I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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