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Becca Peeples
Poems
Jul 2014
My Monster
It dances through the morning
With its thoughts all smug and loud.
Oh, my brain, my brain, my brain,
Oh how my brain sings aloud.
It controls the mirrors
Right through its glass
Any reflective surface
The brain is what it asks.
It prances onto noontime
With its judgmental stain
Oh, my brain, my brain, my brain
Oh, how my brain sings my pain.
It glances at my edges
It smirks at my thighs
Oh the brain is a torturous man
Filled with degrading, hurtful lies.
It sprints into the evening
With its cocky glow
Oh, my brain, my brain, my brain,
Oh, how my brain sings so low.
It breaks me down quickly
As if it doesn’t care at all
That I’m sinking into nothing
Or that my heart’s about to fall.
It creeps into midnight
With its final remark
Oh, my brain, my brain, my brain
Oh how my brain sings so dark.
It goes to hurt me once more
But I’ve changed up the game
I’ve broken all of the mirrors
To make my monster more tame.
I crawl into dawn
With my brain at my side
Oh, my brain, my brain, my brain,
Oh how my brain’s songs subside.
#brain
#mirror
#confidence
#self-esteem
#appearence
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Becca Peeples
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