I look in the mirror
And see everything-
The scars on my arms
From my nails.
The scars on my hips
From razor blades.
The circles below my eyes
From the 2-AM crying.
The extra fat all over
That I want to lose so badly.
The constantly sad eyes
That I can't do anything about.
I wish I could change,
But my appearance
Is who I am now.
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Poems
PoetryI wrote poems regularly for about two years to get me through a particularly hard time on my life, and here they are. (Don't read if swearing/possible triggers are a problem for you.)
