"who am i?"
5/17/2021
i dont feel pretty.
without the holes, the rings.
my face bare without its paint,
naked, natural, nasty.
the hair grows where it pleases,
the pimples, red and angry.
i dont feel pretty.
my mirror/mind deforms me.
this disfigured being returns my gaze,
i stare for hours, observing.
every bone, every hair, every scratch,
nothing will ever seem to match.
i'm never to be the belle of the ball.
forever to be the monster in the corner,
never to be heard, loved or held.
i don't feel pretty.
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i wrote this after my nose ring fell out. i grew heavily attached to my piercings when i had started getting them. i have borderline personality disorder. my self image can be damaged so easily, especially when the only thing barely keeping it together is metal in my face.
