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Glitter

July 20, 2013
By whispersofwonder BRONZE, Mason, Michigan
whispersofwonder BRONZE, Mason, Michigan
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She wrote about a girl
who saved the world
and had a star upon her arm:
a mark that meant no harm.
But the author of that story had the same star,
only on her own skin, she called it a scar.
She covered it with her sleeves but spoke of it often,
always talking about how she wanted it to soften,
yet digging it deeper without any direction
and making it burn to get attention.
She buried herself in pity, and let herself unwind,
never once allowing the star to shine.
A mouthful of glitter used to swear,
a list of reasons not to care,
all tied together in a bow,
given to everyone she knows.
And she continued to write the story of the girl,
ignoring all the marks she was making in the real world.


The author's comments:
As a writer, I write a lot about people who I want to be or meet. However, my writing contains my own ideas, and all of these characters that I think are so much more interesting than I am were created by me, and are therefore a part of me. This poem is about underestimating ourselves, and comparing ourselves to other people, whether they're fictional or real. We often see traits that we love within other people, yet we can't always identify them within ourselves.

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