the monster in my head looks like me but sounds like my father.
it has my grandmother's hands and my biological mother's eyes.
but i refuse to let the abused become the abuser.
the angel on my shoulder looks like me too.
it has my grandfather's voice.
and my little sister's eyes when she smiles.
this is where I break the cycle
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Whispered Thoughts and Screaming Lines
PoetryMy attempts at poetry Trigger warning for every poem Mentions of: suicide, self harm, eating disorders, dysphoria, etc. Most poems are written as spoken word so if they sound weird when you read them that's why
