can't even look at myself in the mirror without picking apart the skin I live in,
support my boyfriend to the fullest and yet i can't get it reciprocated,
compare myself to the girls who try and build me up,
my nigga can't even drive asking me to come pick him up,
can't tell if I'm carrying the world on my back or if it's crumbling from underneath me,
getting nudes from others bitches so that's how it's gonna be?
maybe that's the negativity talking,
I can hear your voice mocking,
Overthinking at my door, knocking
Can't even get upset because my shit don't feel valid,
Telling me to calm down,
Got my mouth gone silent, my brain scattered like a salad,
the one thing I need to keep on my plate,
but these greasy foods creeping in like bait,
Cry about my appearance but not changing my ways,
Fuck can't even go out on dates anymore,
Can't be taking pictures anymore,
Uncomfortable,
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•honeypot thoughts• a book of poems
Poetryall the poems ive written compiled together. thanks for reading if you do <3 I appreciate any feedback, compliments or critiques! My art is inspired by life in and of itself. I try to create pieces based off of anything that touches me persona...
