the thing about shame is that it
stitches itself on your heart like a
goddamn scarlet letter.
it will broadcast in gaudy, fluorescent
neon lights and leave you wondering
who the hell gave it permission to do so.
it will convince you that you're
the only one that feels it ad for Christ sake,
don't look at them in the eyes!
they'll see.
they'll know
they'll condemn
and m fucking sick of wearing shame
on my sleeve when i have nothing
to be ashamed of.
YOU ARE READING
||rock bottom||
Poesíasome tw for chapters i have in mind: swearing, hatred possible sexualized and su1side these are chapters that are relatable to me personally and i hope you can reflect on it
