Lorn
Cracked.
Ruined.
Grotesque.
Just like
the chinadoll
missing half
of her
porcelaine face—
I too
can’t help
but bare
my soul
to the
rest of
the world.
No matter
how hard
I try
to conceal
the ugly
mass within.
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Even if it’s ugly, there is still a beauty in the honesty of expressing oneself where they are at. I love this poem, and ‘Lorn’ as the title is pretty cool.