mouths always tell me
that i look like i carry something heavier
than my own weight
on my back.
and so i cover my limbs,
i hide myself from the crowd,
i run away from parties,
just so i won’t hear a thing
that talks about how
unattractive i am.
it makes me so conscious that
i have learned how to see my face
through other people’s lenses
using my imagination.
and i hate that
i always end up hating it.
i think no one can ever stand
looking at me even for a minute.
i don’t like mirrors.
they remind me more of the details
that i wish i can just edit.
i don’t like seeing myself
because i know that the words the mouths
threw at me
will all come back whispering
and i can’t do anything about it
but to hate my reflection more.
i mean, it’s truly easy to ignore them.
but the letters,
they hugged the meat of my brain.
they were completely engraved in my mind.
they’re like the hardest stain you’ll ever
come across with when doing the laundry.
i live that way already because
that’s all that i hear.
and so i started thinking
that maybe that is my reality.
i carry a heavy burden on my back,
i know you can see it too.
but after reading this page,
you won’t say a thing.
because you already know
how it affects me
whenever i
receive such.
YOU ARE READING
Found This Book Somewhere In The Forest
Poetry"Talk to my soul later midnight, when the moon's at its peak. That's the only way of communication that I know, because my physical lips will stutter if I told you about how I want to tear my human skin apart and go out."
