Don't feel beautiful anymore
Not like I once did
Cause now life didn't feel real
But rather more rigid
I feel fear
More than I feel free
I don't know,
What I'll truly ever be
Or what, I once used to see
Myself, is what I mean
Cause the mirror
No longer feels real
And I can't help but fear
How I'll be in the future
Will I feel more foreign
In my own skin
Will I finally forget how to live
Will I hate what I see
In the mirror
Will my delusion win over me
And pain becomes superior
And What do I do
Of a version of myself
That doesn't feel like me
What will I do
If I finally forget
My own beauty
My own self
Well that was the first one, the journey of love, begins from loving ourselves, but oftentimes, that's where our first heartbreak begins, and that one, will scar you, till u let the wound heal, but mostly you won't, cause you'll be too scared to even look at the wound, because it isn't scaring your heart or soul, but your entirety of self, so please, love yourself, don't disappoint your heart, don't be your first heartbreak, and if you do become so, forgive yourself, let go, and let yourself be, you, no strings attached, and if it matters, we care, I, care, so feel free to contact me, I'll be your online sibling, and at last, love from the stars,
Poet