When will the perception of others cease to matter?
It isn't when I'm alone,
dancing or singing or crying.
It isn't when I'm naked.
"How do I look?" I wonder.
How would someone else see me is what I mean.
Am I pretty right now?
Am I presentable?
Desirable?
I could be the only person on the planet and I would still wonder what others might think if they saw.
Whose eyes carved this into me?
Was it my mother? My dad? My stepfather? Society?
Was it God?
Who imposed this upon me?
This burden of awareness.
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My Human Experience
Poetrythis will be a collection of short stories/poems/ramblings, all originally written by me and for me. enjoy :) all art, unless otherwise stated, is not mine and was more than likely found on pinterest
