She hated her body as well as her self
But nobody else could see
The fat on her stomach, face, and thighs
Were not what she wanted to be
She felt weak and strange she felt out of place
Her flaws just a testimony
To how awful and ugly and stupid she was
And how she could never be free
She started a bath to cleanse all her tears
Her razor securely in hand
She began to express her frustrations
And cut for her flaw's demands
And as water mixed with her pink colored blood
She raised her triumph high
And as she made those final cuts
She said her last goodbye
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PoesíaPoetry: inside the mind of a liberal teenage feminist with self image issues and a habit of overthinking.
