I look at myself and see
3-year-old me,
Playing and laughing
Without a single care
In the world.
I see 5-year-old me,
Crying because of
The mean kids
And trying to make friends.
I see 8-year-old me,
Awkward and strange,
Pretending I can't see
How ugly I am.
I see 10-year-old me,
Faking and lying,
Hoping no one notices
My insecurity.
I see 11-year-old me,
In 'hippie clothes'
And Walmart sandals,
Adapting to the chaos
Of middle school.
I see 12-year-old me,
Being crushed and broken,
Finally realizing how
Fucked up I am.
And I see myself now,
Unsure, afraid, and shy,
Leaving my problems to
Grow worse and worse,
Trying (failing) to
Focus on the bright side.
I see the scars, the fat,
Everything, and
Try, so hard, to believe
That someone cares
About this piece of shit
I call my body.
And I try to push away
The bad parts of me,
To bring forward the
Bold, confident girl
I used to be.
(A/N)
Hey there. I kind of relapsed yesterday (no, not drugs). I've been trying so fucking hard to stay positive, but it's getting harder and harder.
Winter break is going to be especially great for me because the stress from school is part of what's killing me right now. Also CHRISTMAS FUCK YEAH 🎅🎄🎁❄️⛄️
Bye
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Poems
PoetryI wrote poems regularly for about two years to get me through a particularly hard time on my life, and here they are. (Don't read if swearing/possible triggers are a problem for you.)
