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By Madison Witt


Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Why is it that when I call

The calls won’t go through?

Was it something I did?

Or are you bored of me?

Maybe you never saw me,

The true side of me.

We could have been something,

A tale of true love.

I wish you noticed me,

And all I had to offer.

We are the same person,

The same values and views,

When I look in the mirror,

Looking back is you.

Nothing is ever right for you,

Everything is too tight.

My face has blemishes,

My skin has wrinkles,

A few dry patches,

And an onset of weight.

You look at me with disgust,

Yet we are one and the same.

Why is it that you cannot love yourself?

Is it society,

Or simply anxiety?

Madison Witt is a student at Central Virginia Community College, majoring in Education. She is a full-time student and a teacher at an afterschool program. In her spare time, she enjoys reading and writing. Madison enjoys the beauty of using art to express emotions.

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