I'm not really sure
when it all started:
hating myself. probably somewhere
in between the you're not pretty enough and
the eat less.
Their words became too real
and began to consume me.
Before i knew it,
they'd taken over my existence.
They'd defined me.
I shouldn't have listened to them,
because all their words were lies.
who were they to define my existence?
who were they to destroy me?
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Words Unspoken
PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
