Beauty Marks.

Is it weird,

That I think I look cute with tears,

In my eyes.

I don’t understand why.

I got a bruise on my knee.

And I think it looks nice on me.

In my mind,

It fits me,

Don’t ask me why I think this,

I wouldn’t be able to tell you,

My head is a strange place.

Filled with dark thoughts and constant yelling too,

Am I just weird,

I know this isn’t normal,

But I can’t help it,

These thoughts were never formal,

It’s why I never say anything,

Why I always keep to myself,

I’m plagued with these thoughts,

And it feels like I have no one to tell,

Well,

It’s more like I don’t want to tell,

I don’t want to scare the ones I love away,

That’s why I need to keep to myself,

But I still look cute,

With my scars,

It fits me perfectly,

They’re my beauty marks.

~a sleepy ghost~

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Author: Liv

Just a suffering Victorian era ghost stuck in the past but loves modern music, sushi, and singing despite being really boring.

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