I could never look at my naked reflection.
Every time I come to that conclusion,
Every time that sharp stab hits me in the side,
I put the blame on my vision,
The picture of what I want to look like.
It's somewhat true.
I want to hide myself away.
I want to turn my stomach black and blue,
So maybe then I could look at myself someday,
Instead of staring, disillusioned.
But that's not the reason I can't look at myself.
That's not why I gag every time
I look at my naked image in the mirror.
No,
It's much more complicated.
I feel the air proctoring me,
And his breath
hauntingly,
I can hear the wind breathing heavy here,
I can feel his hands ravaging me!
So I cover up,
I take refuge under my clothes.
If I have shielding my body,
I can't feel him touch me I suppose,
Is it getting hard to breathe?
I don't know!
I know I'm not safe!
Someone help!
That's when I freeze,
I stop,
I just wanted to love myself,
But I just can not,
How can I love something I refuse to look at?
I'm broken and I can't let it go,
I want to let it go?
How can I let it go?
I must know!
I don't want to live like this anymore.
A/N: Hi guys! I'm so so so sorry about the hiatus again! 😡 I keep getting writer's block and just not wanting to do anything but eat, sleep, and school. I'm so sorry, I promise nothing, but I'll try to do better next time! Hope you all have a wonderful rest of your evening/morning, and much love to you all! ❤️💕
~Ollie
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PoetrySo, I write a lot of poems some (a lot of them) of them may be triggering due to the fact a lot of them talk about my trauma, mental illness,and bad experiences, I'll include trigger warnings dw! Others of them are either reflections, nonbinary rant...
