i’m an angel,
written by a devil
a poem,
written by a poet
i’m a 14-year-old girl,
existing in a body that isn’t mine
the mirror cracks
when i glance at myself,
each piece cutting into my insecurities
it cuts at my thighs—
how they need to be smaller
my hair—
how it needs to be straighter
my stomach—
how it needs to be flatter
my eyes—
how they need to be brighter
my teeth—
how they need to be straighter
but most importantly,
me—
how i need to be someone else
i feel the shards
cut deep within my skin,
and i’m bleeding,
and the scars only make me
more ugly,
then more beautiful
i see beauty within others,
yet i can’t see it in myself
i see scars as strength
rather than weakness—
so why can’t i look at myself
and think that too?
i’m an angel, they say,
but i’m written by a devil
i’m a poet,
but i’m written by a mentally insane poet
i’m a 14-year-old girl,
but she’s living in a body
she doesn’t feel right in
this is beauty, isn’t it?
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 6:09 PM UTC
i’m an angel,
written by a devil
a poem,
written by a poet
i’m a 14-year-old girl,
existing in a body that isn’t mine
the mirror cracks
when i glance at myself,
each piece cutting into my insecurities
it cuts at my thighs—
how they need to be smaller
my hair—
how it needs to be straighter
my stomach—
how it needs to be flatter
my eyes—
how they need to be brighter
my teeth—
how they need to be straighter
but most importantly,
me—
how i need to be someone else
i feel the shards
cut deep within my skin,
and i’m bleeding,
and the scars only make me
more ugly,
then more beautiful
i see beauty within others,
yet i can’t see it in myself
i see scars as strength
rather than weakness—
so why can’t i look at myself
and think that too?
i’m an angel, they say,
but i’m written by a devil
i’m a poet,
but i’m written by a mentally insane poet
i’m a 14-year-old girl,
but she’s living in a body
she doesn’t feel right in
this is beauty, isn’t it?
