What I see
is just not me
I look
I stare
I am unaware
Of this shape
This size
This is my demise
I do not see
Beauty
But I see
A beast
Terrified the girth
will grow
over exaggerated
overflow
how to I stop
the demon inside
the thoughts
where do I hide?
I don’t suppose
You know a path
A different route
To dispose my wrath
how did I become
what disgusted me so bad
the disease in me
has made me so sad
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