He shoves me and they watch with their useless smug faces I'm drugged stuck in these small spaces
This body is beaten I'm swaying my flesh ragged a Life consumed by weakness and abuse. unusually smooth and porcelain laces but haggard and hairy.
So scary not to be appealing to the common eye's.
Not so Soft thighs waving bye.
But sad sighs draining my high.
Noone asks why I ache.
No friends to wonder why my smile is fake. Critics every step I take..
no love to flower this soil ..
my blood continues to boil..
Not a queen not even a royal...
Ideally I would scream at this point of quarrel.. instead I laugh in such painful heaves ..hoping everyone leaves.. teeth seething but bleeding ... Feeding on mockery and sarcasm so toxic but that's what's left..Pain in every breath. Crippling anxiety till death ..
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Even More Vision's Of Spookielament
PoesiaUpdated poetry from my past wattpad account. Lost the password everything. Thank the God's my imagination and passion has grown even more as the year's passed.
