I'm never good enough
for myself.
Mirrors lashing back with
shards of every comparison.
Disfiguration.
I believe the lies
I tell myself.
I can't hold onto this
broken old soul.
You try and try to
make me satisfied.
Just hand me the money.
Let it be over.
Corners with flickering lights
die away before
the calm of morning.
Darkness falls across,
finding comfort in the backs
of my eyelids.
A world of imagination.
You can love me
just a little longer.
My reflection will
finally smile,
not under false
impressions.
impressions.
Pinch me.
It was all inside my head.
Cross the road to the other side.
I'll learn to breathe and
call myself a human being.
Emotions come and go,
but words stay hidden in
the swells of my heart.
I'll forgive forever,
but forgetting the torture
will never wash over me.
This place is beautiful.
Just like me.
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