I stand there looking in the mirror
as I look at myself
I run my fingers over the skin
my skin
skin that I hate so much
I run my fingers over a body that I despise
To fat
to flabby
not skinny
not pretty
I hear these things as they go around and around and around my head
they don't stop
they are screaming
they are screeching at the tops of they're lungs
TO FAT
TO FLABBY
NOT SKINNY
NOT PRETTY
I fall to the floor
shaking breath
quivering hands
tears streaming down my face
I cant run my fingers over the body I hate anymore .
YOU ARE READING
I cant write poems
Poetrythis is probally going to be poems (i cant write poems so just a warning for cringey content) i should probally put a trigger warning i get deep sort of....so warning i guess....
