Naked. Remove my clothes and touch my body.
How do you feel as I stand in front of you, all exposed? Do you like what you see?
My freshly conditioned hair, moisturised skin, shaved legs, and still wet, painted toenails. They're red, your favourite colour. Do you like that I'm trying or is it the fact that you know you have me wrapped around your calloused finger? Why do you get to have imperfections but I have to hide mine?
Naked. Remove my facade and touch my heart.
How do you feel as I stand in front of you, all exposed? Do you like what you see?
My scars from battling in the war of mental health, my decaying teeth from self-induced vomiting thanks to Mr Bulimia, my scabs around my fingers from picking at the skin thanks to my best friend, Ms Anxiety. I'm bleeding red, your favourite colour.
Naked. But what do you see? Just my body, or do you see me?
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Scribbles, Thoughts, and Doodles.
PoetryA collection of mostly poems and a few stories. I will be continuously adding to this as I experience life and need a creative outlet to express myself. I hope this reaches people who can relate, and if you can't, I hope you get to know me as you vi...
