Reach the harp
Strum the tongue
Of the liar a sweet
Song will ring in
The ears of a person
Far in the distance
Standing on the hill
Look, stare, glare
At a picture on the
Wall blood replaces
Paint and *****
Replaces water
Air proof his lungs
Swallow me whole
Inhale.Exhale.Breathe.

I don't mean to be insecure
But sometimes it happens
I think you only like me
Cause I'm "confident", you say, and that's "rare".

But let me let you in on a little secret
It all feels like a lie
Sometimes I AM full of this energy of self-love
And other times I can hear those words being whispered into my ear: unworthy, ugly, insecure, little girl faker, puppet, doll

And I can feel the burn in my eyes
The one that tells me, as my throat tightens, that I might just cry
I want to be that girl you see
But I'm afraid if I let you in

If I let you see that I sometimes break
You won't like me anymore
Cause I'm nothing but a fake, however unreal that may be
You'll think I'm just like all the other girls you've dated
Thinking I'm fat and ugly, never comfortable in my own skin
And what if I told you, you were right?

But only sometimes.
And maybe if I had someone like you to stay,
It would only fortify the strong parts of me.
Because love only grows with love.

I did a thing
But I hate the thing
Though I still finished the thing

Else I would never finish anything

discoloured words
a mass in my gob
bled down from the gutty brain
a study
plucky of death..

..if i widen my mouth
dislocate my serpent jaw
and exhume my ugliness
exhaust my ugly breath ...?

if ?

if i trot out the door
in this mug
with this base full of blather ?

i swipe ***** hands on my lap
and focus my eyes
adjust to the scene

this bold idea is not for me
today is a sick day
practice my interior tricks
the doles from my doctor
and reform as less bogged
less fastened to the kink
of The Individual