It got worse.
It scared me,
I did it anyway.
Then I almost died
and had to stop.
It was better
But other things
made it worse.
So much worse.
Loathing, disgust
and even fear
are all that fill me now.
YOU ARE READING
Paint Me Flawless
Poetry❝ Call me beautiful Paint me flawless Because I want to be accepted, And desired. ❞ (My lame poetry book)