#teenangst

If I am I and You are Me

Then caress me in your happiness and misery

Love me blind

So I am unable to see

My wounded back

From you stabbing me

Kiss my brain so that these thoughts cease to be

And my heart  may takes over

Make me carefree

after all 

I am my own worst enemy

If society recognizes so many forms of ‘ugly’, why do we accept only one type of pretty?