Everything about me,
I dislike.
I hate.
I despise.
My stomach.
My legs.
My hair.
My arms.
Everything.
I hate.
My stomach isn't flat enough and I can't see my ribs.
My thighs touch and my calves are huge.
I'm not pretty.
My hair is so thin and gross.
I wish to be one of those girls with no acne, and perfect, healthy hair.
They have a perfect body without trying.
While I'm here, starving myself, and working out.
Yet I still look like a cow.
I'm not who I wanna be.
I'd change,
But I don't know who I wanna be.
My personality isn't what I want.
I'm annoying.
I wish I was better.
I'm trying. I really am.
YOU ARE READING
Final Writings
PoetryThis is just a place where I'm gonna let out my feelings. I warn you. It's not pretty. Triggering
