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. 26. Australian. Female. Poet/Writer. Writing is my greatest outlet. It is my passion and my escape from an often twisted reality. If you want to help me create more, please feel free to donate. My paypal is

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