Sunday afternoon I'm parched
Searching for identification
Under scars that don't last
I recall when last night I felt guilty
Of going to bed not hungry
Accusing my mind of committing a crime
Charged when with strangers I acted friendly
Have no idea why I thought it got easy
I was under the illusion that I was better now
And that dating as I got older would be easy
Don't know why I started liking my reflection
Why I thought being skinny made me pretty
It's still the same me
Still someone I hate
Still the one I loathed to see
It's still the same boy in the mirror
Years have gone by waiting for change
Years spent in waiting
Years that I hurt myself over nothing
Because
All this time
And I'm still me
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Love, Pain & Me
Poetry𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏 & 𝑴𝒆 𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆 Highest ranking:- #1 in poetry collection #1 in poetry #1 in Rookie #1 poem collection #1 poem book #1 sad poem #1 poem
