Stop picking at your acne
It will get worse
Get your hand away from your back
It's completely scarred from the times
You picked at your acne
And it scabbed
Prominent scars litter
Each and every part of me
My legs
My arms
My back
My chest
My face
Still
No matter how many time I say no
Each time I pose for a picture
I am told
You pose so well
You should be a model
But I have too much fat
Too many scars
Too many things
I need to hide
Stop picking at your acne
You want to be a model right
So stop picking at your acne
But I have never said that I wanted to model
Never mentioned the idea
Of modeling
Never thought of it
Till my mom saw my catwalk
Till she saw my poses
Each time I draw blood
Each time it burns under the water
I smile
Grim
My small rebellion
My way of saying
You will
NEVER
Control me
YOU ARE READING
Brain Dumps
PoetryPLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK!!! I don't know why I'm doing this. I want the world to see what I can do I guess. This is a look into how I think and function. Welcome to my brain. I hope there are people out there who can relate to this.
