Dorothea Writes

That lady, she’s all packaged—

Beauty and brains.

She’s always the princess,

And I’m just a phantom.

She’s always praised,

And loved by everyone.

Always surrounded with people,

Especially with boys.

She always adorned with make-up,

Unlike me—always bare.

She is beautiful,

But I am hideous.

Her smile is breathtaking

That can make a boy fall in love.

But mine is different,

It was meant to be hidden.

Everyone loves her,

And I am unlovable.

She’s got it all,

But I am nothing but a phantom.

P.S. — dorothea

P.S. — dorothea

Life is difficult, but life is beautiful

We started as a child, growing up as teenagers, live as adults, then die old like a flower

As we grow older, we learn how life is complicated —

How many possibilities in life we can have,

How we can learn from our mistakes,

How we yearn and miss the old times,

and that’s how life it was meant to be.

P.S. — dorothea

Flaws are human, not perfect but real

Yet we hide them, afraid of the watchful eyes of the society.

Standards are the one we follow, yet it makes us unoriginal and common.

But imperfections are the one that makes ourselves stand out the most.

It makes us human, original, and alive.

We think our flaws are hideous, afraid of not fitting in with the standards we made.

But standards? They are the rules that trap us to follow, to copy, to remain not to show our true selves.

What important is to embrace, to accept who we are — and it makes us beautiful.

P.S. — dorothea