Warnings: Poor self-image, body hate
My vision is not all that great
So I need glasses just to see
But when I put them on each day
I do not feel a sense of glee
I grimace at my chubby cheeks
Push the divot in my chin
Frown at all my tangled hair
Wish that I had flawless skin
I poke the fat next to my arms
Stare at my brown, boring eyes
Tug the bulge on my waists' sides
Imagine me a smaller size
I take my body all apart
Until there's nothing left to praise
Hoard the air within my lungs
Then carefully avert my gaze
The glasses swiftly leave my face—
With their absence I am free
I face the mirror once again
And smile at the sight of me
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
