dealing with insecurities |
the heaviest weight that I have carried is the skin that I am wearing I can already feel my insides beginning to burst forth hiding all these feelings will only make it worse the pain of surviving, it becomes too much to bear all you know is that it can’t be hidden by your hair as it falls in your face and you look to the floor desperately searching for something more something else something new something you know that can’t be found because giving up this fight is not an option, not allowed but for you protruding hip bones don't mean beauty they mean perfection no, the two are not equivalent an emotional defection you see the way they look you feel it in their stare when the wind blows you back and straw makes up your hair unsatisfied amnesiac the mirror shows you what you lack forgetting how you looked yesterday lost in the betrayal of your reflection not knowing who you are today stuck in a permanent state of rejection knowing only one thing that you’re not good enough but if you stop fighting you might never wake up the air, it is suffocating the fire, it is infiltrating filling my lungs with every breath, secretly whispering sweet words of death until the whispers become screams and I'm longing to be someone different someone else someone new because maybe if I were I would know what to do |