I contradict myself in everything I do, every poem I write, and every answer I give, They tell us our opinion matters. But, how can it if we live in a world that constantly changes? How can it when you feel like you are stuck in that world and you're always two steps behind the others? How can it when you feel like you're older, more mature, wiser, when you feel different from everyone around you? It matters because everyone's different in every way, shape, and form you can think of. Why should that limit us? We're all different. We shouldn't brought down because of it. Besides, doesn't being different, makes us all the same?
Poems by: Jessica and Aparupa
Cover by: CorkyPorky


38. Beautiful

Hide your sorrows,

And your pain.

Hide your worries,

Forget your name.


Forget you ever cared,

For why should you?

Forget you ever loved,

Now you are new.


Hide your dreams,

They make you weak.

Hide your suffering,

You never felt it.


Hide behind sunglasses,

And makeup.

Designer clothes and shoes,

Are your only necessities.


You are beautiful,

Born from the sun.

You are beautiful,

For this I shun.


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