Jul 2019
i find it hard to love
the girl in the mirror
grotesque in every form
not from my iris
but from yours
your own child
agape spun of lies
raised out of spite
strangers by blood
words said with a smile
leaving a bitter taste
the girl in the mirror
grotesque in every form
not from my iris
but from yours
your own child
agape spun of lies
raised out of spite
strangers by blood
words said with a smile
leaving a bitter taste
i've hated my body for as long as i can remember, and it would be so easy for me to blame it on the media, when the reality is this stems from my mother. A woman who always has something to say about how i look. Every subconscious flaw comes from her, whether it be my teeth or my weight. i don't think she realizes how much i resent her
