The unfinished poems #1

this is a poem I wrote last week for a friend. Hope you enjoy it 🙂

As she dries her eyes,
Those tears filled with hate,
Bitterness and anger,
Towards everything.

That girl that stands by the mirror,
Hangs her head in shame,
While she looks at the scales,
And the number displayed.

We live in a world,
That corrupts our brains,
Telling us to be something,
We don’t need to be.

Size is just a number,
And beauty is inside,
But we’re forced to think,
It’s what is before our eyes.

Societies a mess,
And are minds,
Are all a muck up,
Caused by broken times.

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