Prose

made of shimmering shards

written by: babeestars

Perfect figure, glistening blue eyes, shimmering blonde hair. I lost who I was. There's left a hollow carcass with fake insides. But each tear I cry is real and falling for who I wanted to be.
I am lost. A black landscape with no light house. I'm made of lies and deceptions. I thought I was real. But I am not.
Sometimes I wonder who I would have become had I not forced myself to be somebody else. Who would be me instead? I thought I was myself. But I am not. I thought I was letting go, moving forward into perfection. And in those steps, I lost my everything.
I am not perfect. I am made of shimmering shards. Piece by piece, I lost myself.