maybe you say she's fat,
maybe you say she's useless,
maybe you say she's dumb,
maybe you say she's cancerous;
and
maybe she responds with a laugh
and a sarcastic retort,
maybe it seems like your insults don't hurt her;
but
maybe they do,
maybe she lets herself cry sometimes,
maybe she feels like she's never
good enough;
so
maybe she wishes she could just leave
everything behind,
maybe she thinks nobody knows and
nobody cares;
but
maybe she doesn't dare to take the knife and cut her flesh,
so maybe she just fakes a smile
and pretends she's okay;
maybe you just don't see it.
YOU ARE READING
imperfections
Poetrya collection of all the nonsense that goes on in my head || poetry, prose and rants cover by @calloipe
