I know there's something beautiful inside me,
Nestled in between all my imperfections.
My exterior is broken,
Like an angel stripped of its wings
And left to scramble across the ground.
If beauty is pain I must be gorgeous,
More gorgeous than any wearing halos above me.
So in case you were wondering,
I'm fucked up beyond repair
So just avert your eyes and keep on walking.
Please tell me what you think
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It sounds as if you have had a lot of rejection, and perhaps some dealings with holier-than-thou people.
I am not here to compare lives, but I will say I had a pretty crappy home life and some pretty bad life experiences, and for awhile there I thought I was beyond repair too. I truly believe that no one is. And no I am not some weird religious person. I just believe in people. I am here if you ever need to talk.
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love it
I like this piece a lot. You might doubt it, but there are soo many people in the world that feel like this and I thought that the wording was excellent, though I'm not too fond on swearing, I use it here and there also. The key thing is not to have too many swears in a poem, just thought that I could give you a small tip, not trying to bash your poem. this piece is actually really inspiring and I like how you comapre yourself to an angel whose been stripped of her/his wings.
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i feel like this everyday amazing poem keep writing.
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