Sometimes i forget im human,
I accidentally convince others that i'm perfect,
And slowly, bit by bit i lose my humanity
With every choice i make that i believe
Will benefit others instead of remembering myself
Can i make mistakes?
Is it possible for this husk of a being to embarrass herself
In a way she can't return from?
If i stay in my room and stay quiet and stay unnoticeable and stay nice and stay empty,
I will never put myself in a situation where my flaws break out
Flaking my skin into cracks that wind down my body
Spewing viscous rotten sinew that eats me from the outside in
And i drown in it as others watch on in horror and fear and crippling judgement
I hate myself more than they could ever know.
And i will never let them know.
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Compilation of Poems written in the Dead of Night
PoetryHave you ever seen the moonlight reflect on the white sidewalk outside your bedroom window? Have you ever been in love?