POETRY

see

look me in the eyes,
and tell me right to my face
that i look okay.

because last i checked,
red puffy eyes
(probably from midnight sobs and cried)
with bags bigger that my self hatred
(which is a lot by the way)
bright red noses and cheeks
(god knows where i got those)
and puffy and bruised lips from non stop anxiety biting
(of course with the metallic taste of blood included)

so yes, tell me
that i look
'great'
and
'fine'
but i dont .
and you know that