One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
I see my flaws at the door
You're shaking their hands and letting them in.
I sit so close - skin to skin while you discuss my chopped hair and tarnished skin
Blandly discussing how you want me thin.
Five.
Six.
I blame the mirror for making me like this.
Counting the marks that don't look so beautiful - don't shine or sparkle.
Fighting the tears and biting my lip
I look at you with reassuring eyes.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
I don't think you ever wanted to be mine.
Ten.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 1:32 PM UTC
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
I see my flaws at the door
You're shaking their hands and letting them in.
I sit so close - skin to skin while you discuss my chopped hair and tarnished skin
Blandly discussing how you want me thin.
Five.
Six.
I blame the mirror for making me like this.
Counting the marks that don't look so beautiful - don't shine or sparkle.
Fighting the tears and biting my lip
I look at you with reassuring eyes.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
I don't think you ever wanted to be mine.
Ten.
