Who am I?
I'm overweight
I'm depressed
I'm anxious and a mess
Who am I?
My face is misshapen
My body is crooked
My eyes are two different shapes
Who am I?
I'm self conscious
I'm paranoid
I'm a liar....
I lie to myself
I know what I call myself probably isn't true but that is my truth
I should stop eating
I should stop breathing
I should just disappear...
But I can't
I worry to much about the people I would leave behind
I am to scared to look Death in the eye
I'm spiraling into insanity and don't know where to go
I'm teetering close to reaching an all new low...
What a disaster I am
No wonder no one wants me
I'm a faulty product
A broken doll
A shattered mirror
I'm useless and stupid and I will never be fixed....
Why can't I be different?
Why couldn't I be like all of you?
Perfect and pretty and thin too
Why am I this way obsessed with how I look, no matter how much I tell people I don't care
Why do I hate myself ?
Why is my truth a lie?
I don't know what to do except cry
For I am depressed, anxious, and a mess
No one will take this shell of a person for I can never be more
I will remain broken and sad and missing a core
A/N: Having a bit of a bad day today. More so then usual. :(
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Thoughts From a Spec in the Universe
ŞiirSociety is a mess and my mind is in pieces. Thoughts and wonderings compiled into poems.
