31/3/2021
I hate my Body I hate this head I hate the stretch marks along my skin I hate the scars where I ran my blade I hate the way my lips crack and graze.
I hate my teeth there stained from coffee I hate the bags underneath my eyes I hate my arms there bruised and scarred
I hate my nails there chipped and sharp I hate my legs there bruised and hairy.
I hate my neck it's sort and Chucky I hate my stomach it never stops I hate my face it's covered in spots I hate my thighs there too short and high I hate myself so much being in public feels like a fucking crime.
I hate my mirror so much but I guess that's just body dysmorphia.
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Poetry of a foster kid
PoesieThis is a collection of poetry I made from ages 15 to 17 it's about mental health and growing up the last few years in foster care it's a journey about maturing as a kid but also learning to grow and deal with my demons in the on going battle of eve...
