I would like to think that in general, I'm a good girl.
I don't smoke pot
I don't drink to much...
Anymore...
I would like to think that besides me stretch marks
Thunder thighs
Back rolls
Flabby arms
Scars
I'm pretty.
I would like to think that I can change the world
That the pain that keeps me up at night
Molds me
Makes me capable.
I would like to think that people don't look at me
And assume
I am less able, less capable.
Because of how I seem to cave in on myself.
The pressure of the world causing me to collapse in on myself
I would like
To be able to smile
Laugh
Be happy
And it not be forced.
YOU ARE READING
The Demons that Make Me
PoetryAll of the thoughts you have at 3 am, the things you feel, see, and how you think. Things you keep to yourself in fear of being called crazy, I'm writing.
