do they know ?
are they aware
Of the weary
And the ache
The sorrow that makes you shake
Claustrophobic tendencies that lies under ones own skin
From seeing yourself in the mirror
And hating it
Hating the rolls of fat
Cellulite
What you see is a broken image
Distorted image
Of the worst thing you could possibly be
Do you see
The struggle i go to
In order to love myself ?
I hate everything I see
I wish I could be someone else
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surviving the storm
PoetryA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days
