Golden and Molded
I have been through a lot.
I have been here and there.
I fought.
Been under every stare.
Every single person...
Believe it or not
have left me out to rot.
My body is full of holes.
Stamped hard with molds.
Different shapes.
Different colors.
All the while making others' heart flutter.
I shutter.
Baked into "perfection."
I stare back at my reflection.
Put into the oven through and through.
Just to be baked over and over again.
"Trial and Error," they once said to me.
But, they never realized my terror.
They took out chunks.
Leaving me the distaste
as many find me a waste.
Needing someone better to mold
under their hold.
-Snow that flutters down like feathers
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Whispers from a White Feather
Hello my readers, I am Snow that Flutters down like Feathers. I am a poet on Gaia Online and Tumblr. I have been writing since 2013.
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