Hair straightened because it was admired
Nails bare because it was enticing
Obsessed about breast size, because bigger was better
Worked hard in school because my average was lesser
Worried about my weight, because fat is bad
Words like glass shards, barge into my soul over and over
And I try to shoot them back, but they are shot into defeat ears
With a dark and cold host that possesses them
And so I tried for years to give back the pain I felt
By hitting, pushing and kicking my attacker
The one who could stab me without touching me
The one that almost pushed me until I shattered
YOU ARE READING
Cracks Beneath the Surface
PoezjaThis is just some poems that express what is within. These are my darkest secrets and feelings spoken through art.
