She's always there,
always watching,
whispers in my ear.
Worthless.
Ugly.
Stupid.
Fag.
Sometimes I hate her.
Sometimes I believe her,
Drawing pictures with my blade.
I know she's me
and I am her
but she thinks she's better.
And sometimes I think she's right.
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The Bitter Truth of Growing Up
PoetryA series of poetry written by me for personal expression as opposed to creating work to show others, but I thought I'd share it online so maybe someone will enjoy it. The cover is made with the wattpad cover app. Feel free to contact me!
