Am I pretty now?
I showed you my bones
and now they're breaking down.
You tore my skin in rage,
and made my heart small enough
to fit inside your cage.
Thinking for years,
that if I could disappear,
it would take away the fear
that is, very much, still here.
Now that I'm fading away
there's so much I need to say.
It's a shame
I never realised
how much I want to stay.
YOU ARE READING
HEAVY
PoetryIn this collection of poetry, Fee writes about their experience with mental illness, gender identity, relationships and finding themself as a seventeen year old.
