poetry time ⚠️vent poetry ⚠️

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Poetry is going to be a new section of this book so yeah all vent chapters with have a "⚠️vent poetry ⚠️" in the title

Poetry type: free verse

⚠️warning eating disorder and body image issues  gender dysphoria ⚠️

I watch in disgust as I remove my own clothes.

There is so much I wish I could change.

But never know the right words to describe the disgust.

Disgusted with this meat sack of a body, hell doesn't even look like a body, maybe if you squint.

I can even put it together that it's mine.

It feels so foreign so wrong, meanwhile I've never known anything else.

I can feel the hunger in my stomach and I know I won't last all day.

Eventually I will eat and it will go away.

I stare in a reflection that feels so disconnected to me it's unreal.

Is this really what people see.

The curvature of my hips so feminine, my shadow.

My stomach.

I don't even know if that's what I hate.

What if I hate all of it?

I look at what anyone else would assume to be scarring.

I examine my hips.

Seven deadly sins my dear.

I look over the and touch the lightning patterned bumps.

How could anyone ever find this beautiful?

Why do I even care, I don't love that way him as much I force myself to.

Because maybe if I do the craving of romance might stop, maybe the voices might stop.

Will I ever matter to anyone important?

Most likely never.

Maybe something good for once might happen.

Oh my dear, what's the red shadow?

Tears form as I lift my stomach realizing it's another mark.

Fuck.

Maybe if I love an artist, you could paint over me and make me into something useful.

Sometimes I think maybe I should just pretend I'm her again.

But even with twenty pounds of makeup I will never love it.

Why?

What is wrong with me?

Why can't I just be fucking normal?

The tears fall.

I tried to rearrange my chest as if I sculpt it like clay maybe the bad would go away.

I just want to go away.

I manage clothes on and my phone goes off.

And I smile.

Thank you for always being there you all know who you are.

Even through the ups and downs you lovely people care and that, that means everything to me.

I love you all so much <3

Yours, Angel

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