Sometimes I
think about all the
places I could have gone
but never did,
wondering what versions
of me I would have met
in all of these countless
possibilities.

I hear you screaming,
   “THIS IS POISON!”

But you’re still drinking
    From the bottle.

can someone teach me
how to take my own advice?

because i've been
telling others
to swim ashore
as i drown

I feel as if
I am a refugee
in my own life
still in search of a
home I will
never know.

I'm scared to look in the mirror,
My reflection saddens me,
I don't feel pretty anymore,
The more I grow, the more I realize my insecurities.
I hide myself from the world,
It pains, it hurts.
What can I do?
My scars are internal,
But they show on my face.
Every day is a battle of comparison
Between myself and the pretty folks.
Maybe one day I'll sing the beauty melody...