This poison you feed me
This head wound
Inflicting and compounding;
You will never understand
You size me up
In funhouse mirrors,
Tape measures all stretched out
Because you hate me
And so I cry
I’m sorry, I’m sorry,
I’m sorry I’m so big
I want to be small
Teach me to be small
Or, instead,
Teach me not to have a face
So you do not see me anymore
Please
The sweetness of a dehydrated body,
Tired, weak, blameless,
Addicted
Downing only buckets of saccharine hatred
It smells like cancer and bubblegum,
And that’s just as well
It tastes like
Blood
Sep 4, 2024
Sep 4, 2024 at 12:01 AM UTC
This poison you feed me
This head wound
Inflicting and compounding;
You will never understand
You size me up
In funhouse mirrors,
Tape measures all stretched out
Because you hate me
And so I cry
I’m sorry, I’m sorry,
I’m sorry I’m so big
I want to be small
Teach me to be small
Or, instead,
Teach me not to have a face
So you do not see me anymore
Please
The sweetness of a dehydrated body,
Tired, weak, blameless,
Addicted
Downing only buckets of saccharine hatred
It smells like cancer and bubblegum,
And that’s just as well
It tastes like
Blood