The faded lines reappear
The bumpy skin resurfaces
Tried and failed too many times
No longer wanting to be seen
I slip to the back of the class
Not standing at the center barre
Not showing off archy feet
Or perfect pirouettes
Not wanting to be noticed
Hiding the dark rings under my eyes
With makeup
Hiding the loss in weight
With big sweatshirts
Hiding fear
With a smile
It all starts again
I push
I fight
I stand strong
Refuse to let myself be this way
But I can feel it
The evil thoughts flying into my head
My sanity skipping off again
As the faded lines reappear
The bumpy skin resurfaces
Reappearing
Resurfacing
Over
And over
And over again
YOU ARE READING
Empty Thoughts
RandomJust an odd collection of thoughts in my brain that sometimes come spilling out of my mind