She walks upright
To convice herself
She's worth a word
She looks at reflections of herself on the
Windows
Mirrors
Puddles on the ground
To believe
There's a galaxy inside her womb
But she lies
The reflections bleed symphonies
Criticizing her
Scars
Weight
Intelligence
Self worth
She's a *******
A ******* ****
And she will never believe the outside world when they say -

STOP.

I guess I've decided to try this site out because I can't tell real people in my life my emotions, so I will do it here, relentlessly, unafraid.

Plus I'd really like to go back to having hobbies, especially poetry.