My arms slide around my stomach like two snakes trying to kill its prey
Coiling to hide my body
I keep my voice quiet for fear of judgment but my words loud upon the page
I chew at my nails anxiously everyday,
Only to shove my hands at my waist and fidget.
I stare at myself in the mirror for hours
Picking out every insecurity and learning to hate myself more
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Could it be Worse?
PoesiaTRIGGER WARNING!!!! References sadness, depression, self harm, suicide, etc. This is basically what goes on in my head.
