You might hate me. I would understand. I’ve been through a lot to get where I am. I’ve become monster after monster, those things that make us horrified. I’ve looked in the mirror without knowing who is staring back. I’ve tacked and taped myself up. Picked and racked myself up, into piles that could last miles, no wonder you can’t stand me. It’s petrifying to see where ive been and see what I had to become to become who I am. To see how the denial made my tongue so slick when spoken to. To see all the toxicity that left me rotting. And who I am, not even I completely understand.
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC
You might hate me. I would understand. I’ve been through a lot to get where I am. I’ve become monster after monster, those things that make us horrified. I’ve looked in the mirror without knowing who is staring back. I’ve tacked and taped myself up. Picked and racked myself up, into piles that could last miles, no wonder you can’t stand me. It’s petrifying to see where ive been and see what I had to become to become who I am. To see how the denial made my tongue so slick when spoken to. To see all the toxicity that left me rotting. And who I am, not even I completely understand.
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