Poems

But it's not.

It's because I put my hair up today
-but it's not-
that they could see I had no jawline,
no bone-just skin and fat.

It's because I wore a shirt without sleeves today
-but it's not-
that they could see the disgusting arms I always hid so carefully

It's because I tried a dress today
-but it's not-
that they could see the hideous scars on my thighs.

It's all my fault they had to see my unsightly self
And it's my fault they have to put up with me,
but it's not.