I'M GETTING OLDER,
AND MY SKIN IS DRYING OUT.
I'M WONDERING WHEN WILL THINGS WILL MAKE SENSE,
WHEN WILL I BE CONFIDENT IN WHAT I'M ABOUT?

WHEN WILL THE LOVE I RECEIVE
NOT DEPEND ON WHAT MY BODY REFLECTS?
WHEN CAN I STOP ACTING LIKE I DON’T NOTICE,
OR CARE, STAND UP AND BREAK THEIR NECKS?

TO BE TRULY DONE WITH PUTTING UP WITH ****,

IS TO **** THE GARBAGE FROM THE GARDEN,
LEARN TO LOVE ONESELF AND BECOME WHOLE AGAIN.