Originally written a couple years ago, but I edited it recently. It’s not perfect, but it has a lot of meaning to me. The idea for it came when I was going through a hard time. It’s a sad poem, but I hope people still like it and can relate to it.
I punch the mirror with my fist;
Watch it as it shatters,
See crimson dripping off my skin,
But that’s not what matters.
Pick up the shards from the floor;
Still see my reflection,
Feel tears streaming down my face,
As I stare at my imperfection.
Tell myself to believe I am beautiful;
Can’t get it in my head,
Throw the pieces onto the floor,
They lie in a puddle of red.
Say my last goodbyes on this day;
Sit in silence dusk to dawn,
The sun rises in the morn
And tomorrow I will be gone.
Aw. 
This is so beautiful, lovely, and well written. But you are so beautiful! I hope you know that now.
Thank you so much! And I think I do. I definitely don’t feel like this anymore. I still struggle with not feeling beautiful sometimes. But thank you 
I appreciate it!
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