The flowers in my kitchen are fake
My hair color is fake
The sugar pills are fake
The placebos are fake
Fake fake fake fake
It's all fake
The person in my reflection is fake
It's so humiliating to be made of flesh
Because this flesh is fake
Convinced this flesh is not mine
Maybe if I peel back the flesh
Gutted myself out
The person in the mirror would feel less like a stranger
Maybe things would feel less fake
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Brain Vomit
Poesiasilly little poems about my silly little thoughts. A lot of these are more ranty sounding than poem-y. I'm awful at descriptions and titles, I feel like to an extent I title my poems like Midwest emo songs I'm so sorry lmfao my target audience is p...
