w0rse f0r wear

my clumsy limbs held together with wet cement taught rubber bands struggle to bind my flesh I am but a mess of unimportant matter another aimless being to fill the space unique for my twisted thoughts hysterically pleading with a calm face speaking warped words i do not mean lips sealed like the lid on my boiling pot dumping oppressed feeling into its contents bubbling over sweetly burning my raw skin hot blistered I hide behind my cotton disguise my misshapen body covered in a gruesome sweat sickening wounds throb for the sight of others witness my plague of dry sobs and cigarettes and so i shriek silently like my sister and father hold my tongue saturated with sour emotion my poorly constructed moth-eaten being self sabotages in a desperate motion

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