Sometimes, while in despair,
I think of marrying richer men,
with an unguided hope that a knight in shining armor
would hide my insecurities,
my hollowness,
my lack of purpose.
He would hide me.
I want someone to find me pretty,
but to find the flaws that make me more so.
But I settle for acceptance.
I settle and struggle for being viewed as normal by society,
which I so often think thinks me an idiot.
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Beyond the Haze
RandomA collection of journal poetry. The haze of my thoughts often prevent me from living in the moment, and these are some of them.
