everything I said about loving myself
was a facade,
it must have been an empty sigh
to give me some empathy
since I don't really know what true love is
or what it should look like
because nobody has shown me,
and if I convinced myself I did
maybe it would come true,
instead, I convinced the people around me
that I love myself
and I'm stuck in the endless Ferris wheel,
pretending I love myself when I'm at the top
when I critique everything about myself
every single waking hour.
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...