I’m uncomfortable under my own skin
I urge to chew it off when I’m frustrated
I’m pathetic that my teeth doesn’t pierce through
Maybe I deserve the pain I want
Maybe it’s better to conflict pain on my body rather then all over my heart
sometimes I feel I conflict my problems
I feel like it’s the reason I want to exit my body
I’m not worthy
people have acknowledged that I don’t got anything worth listening too
It sometimes leads me to dislike talking
It leads me to hating and being scared of people
I drown in anxiety
my heart is beating fast as I avoid eye contact
I’m an embarrassment
no one should see my body
I don’t even dare people to see
my beautiful human spirit,
because I can’t even see,
and I live with it.