Blue marks crawl up your arms
Blood spilling to the ground
The cloth that once was crystal white
Turning red before your eyes
As I duck away from my mind
I find myself fighting back
Because this time
They will not see the pain behind my eyes
Because this time
I don't need anyone's acceptance
And I realize now
That I never needed it in the first place
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 8:29 PM UTC
Blue marks crawl up your arms
Blood spilling to the ground
The cloth that once was crystal white
Turning red before your eyes
As I duck away from my mind
I find myself fighting back
Because this time
They will not see the pain behind my eyes
Because this time
I don't need anyone's acceptance
And I realize now
That I never needed it in the first place
Not the best poem I've ever written
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