ive worn a brand my entire life
that’s been
stamped across my forehead.
i believe that
everyone can see it,
painted red with little girl blood.
all my life people have taken chunks
from me, and all my life,
i’ve given people chunks.
i believe that maybe if i were different
i would be perfect.
im cruel, and im sorry.
I’ve never felt comfortable my entire life and i just realized it’s killing me. I did something I might get in trouble for and I’m scared.