It’s mysterious the way the mind works
How your self worth can just
Wither away
And how your will just falters
How looking in the mirror
Can become a thing of fear
And you pick out each
Little flaw, each imperfection
When you can’t see your ribs
- You can never see your ribs -
How helping yourself
Turns into guilt
And how everyone stares
And picks you apart
And judges
But that is not you
It is your mind
Pulling away at you
Blurring the truth
As it rots
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 7:05 AM UTC
It’s mysterious the way the mind works
How your self worth can just
Wither away
And how your will just falters
How looking in the mirror
Can become a thing of fear
And you pick out each
Little flaw, each imperfection
When you can’t see your ribs
- You can never see your ribs -
How helping yourself
Turns into guilt
And how everyone stares
And picks you apart
And judges
But that is not you
It is your mind
Pulling away at you
Blurring the truth
As it rots
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