You worry what everyone will think,
as you stand in front of the bathroom sink.
You look in the mirror and begin caking on your makeup.
Pounds and pounds of the stuff.
When will you see that you shouldn't worry,
about whether or not your skinny.
If your skin is tan.
If your eyelashes are long.
If your hair is perfect.
To me you are the definition of perfect,
hell you better then perfect.
Your gorgeous.
So I am asking you this,
baby don't worry.
Your my one and only.
YOU ARE READING
The struggle
PuisiThis book will be made up of a collection of my works, written during a period of time in which i suffered extreme depression. These poems will talk about, anorexia, bulimia, self-harm, schizophrenia, anxiety, and a few other things. If you or anyon...
