Reflections turn into
Insecurities,
Shimmering disgust
Over every flaw
That is laid
Upon your body.
Unraveling skin
That covers your
Stained and scarred body.
And exposing to your eyes.
That you aren't
Good enough.
And bleeding through tissues
The thoughts
That you tried to hide
Behind
Your eye lids.
But sooner or later the thoughts
Drip out.
YOU ARE READING
Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
