tainted skin
The scars that taint my skin are faint,
But I feel them.
I know they are there.
I know of their existence,
And what had caused them.
How does that make me feel?
It makes me feel like a freak,
Because when outsiders get a close look of my thighs,
They judge.
They ridicule.
They say, "Why would you do that to yourself?"
They say, "Why couldn't you have been happy?"
They automatically assume I still inflict those red lines on myself.
They automatically assume that I am unwell.
They automatically assume that I need their intrusive comments.
When in reality, I rather them to be ignored.
When people point them out, it makes me wish I cut deeper.
So word of advice,
Fuck off.
a.b.
YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
