Mhh....dealing with a bit of hatred right now, mainly directed at myself...so...to uhm....make sense of it I guess, I wrote a poem. It's short...so...read..and let me...know what you...think...



Make Me Feel
I wish I were pretty.
-oh, here we go again, darlings,
she's thrown herself into another bout
of self-loathing-

Cutting my reflection out of magazines
-would be, could be, but sweetie,
you have no effort -

I want to smash mirrors.
-You're shredding all dreams,
and I'll just strip you
of your seams. Because you're
falling apart anyway-

What would be the point of trying?
-Hypocritical, nonsensical, unworthy.-

I. Want. This.
-Oh, liar, lair
[strangled by my telephone wire]

And bitter words leave my lips.

Still want to be pretty sweetheart?