- username; lovestruck
name; Eden
gender; female
palette;
picture;
poem;
why is a compliment so easily denied
whilst every critique,
every negative comment,
it seeps into every thought in my head,
untill I’m overwhelmed with the
not enoughs,
the imperfections
they pick apart every last piece of me,
tearing down each brick until I am left defenseless.
In a world where we only see the highlights of others lives
where perfect models and perfect lies are one in the same
where we allow out self worth to be based on beauty alone
where we are expected to fit the mold
become another clone
our very sanity snatched away by comparison-
how could I possibly believe
that I am perfectly imperfect
all around me are broken people
in a broken world
but you-
you show me I am worth it all
When I was crumbling you put me back together again
but took none of the credit
you show me
that I am perfectly imperfect
poem by me, please do not reuse it- it’s very personal c: