Bandaid: A Collection Of Poems

so mean, so mean

My brain is being mean to me
It whispers unkind things
It nitpicks at the way I look
unhappiness it brings

It has one hand around my throat
And the other over my eyes
While complaining about the
Size and shape of my stomach
and my thighs

I try to cry but no tears spill
It stole those from me too
So all I can do is lay in bed
Feeling bitter and blue