Sitting
Crying
Wishing less
Wanting more
I can't hide myself anymore
The sweatshirts too small
My body too big

Wishing the hurtful words would stop
Not just from you but me
I feel as if I'm going to pop

Skipping meals
Drinking soda
Eating salad
Having dessert

I tell myself that they don't notice
But I think they do

I don't write
to forget my problems
nor to pretend that
all stars are
glistening for me
I write
to let you know
that you too
can break free
from the ugliest things
that dominate you
within your head.

i will look for reflections of you in every love i have in every lifetime. my soul is forever bound, at home, with yours.

Tell me, my dear
Do you really hate me?
Or are you just mad that
I opened the Pandora's
Box inside your head?