Confounding me,


Front ways,

I critique them,

Judging my every inch,

I turn,

Taking in every part,

In agony I weep,

Why must I be this way?

The voices mutter,

With no stutter they cry out,

Until it is all I can do not to fly away.

Hayley Geri 2017 ©


Author: dreamingofluminousthings

Hey I'm Hayley. 25. Australian. Female. Poet/Writer. Writing is my greatest outlet. It is my passion and my escape from an often twisted reality.

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