Broken Thoughts poetry ~

Self prescription

If pride was a pill ,
I'd swallow
I'd take it till there is no tomorrow
Till I'm at my death bed with these thoughts in my head
With having and object like a mirror be something I dread
Because in my head everything is dead
Pools of self grief and disarray swell through my head
My body shuts down in an alternate reality
Where all is well
.......
Where all is gratifying
........
For in this world I don't want to be me
I want to be perfect, rawboned , skinny
...
Like my friends who wear boys like diamonds around there necks
across there chests
As if they are a prize to humankind
That boys will make them powerful
But I wouldn't know .
Maybe it's my body or my smile
Whatever it is it'll have to settle
Because pride isn't a pill you can swallow

Nor is beauty .

Hope you guys enjoyed if anyone ever reads these which I doubt they will TATA~~