What I See

When I look in the mirror
I imagine a pretty girl
& think it cannot be me.

‘Till I open my eyes and see
the real me;
the girl with large brown eyes
with make up smeared on her face
from wiping away tears
A girl who’s afraid of regret
A girl who’s confused
A girls who can’t make her mind up.

Why must I fight
my insecurities?
Why can’t I just be happy?

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About luisydomonique

Poetry Year Long Project between Luis Valencia and the Brilliant, Beautiful, and Vivace Domonique Celeste Alcaraz.
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