today i woke up before my alarm
overthinking
A version of myself enchanted but
trying to ration the portions that could help
i' await notions while emotions
kill my self
in my head
none sense
gripping frontal lobes
i feel miles away from my own brain some days
it's plays tricks on me
every single part i hate under microscopes
to find a single thing i'm in love with
I have to search for a telescope
before i can answer
I have to find myself
this body of mine got dirt on it
I've been used and bruised
Yeah I break ...
I break in tears
Obbessing about the parts of my body
i would change
Just for the pieces of myself to shatter Infront of the glass
glasses off and i can still see the imperfections
i want to fall in love with the man
in the mirror
his crooked smile and sharp edges
this journey
of self discovery
is harder than it got to be
authentically,
lord
YOU ARE READING
insecure poet
Poetryplease do not look inside if you don't want the inner look inside my soul don't get mad accept my truth Dont dance around the subject let me heal how I need too
