l i t t l e n o t e s

"she doesn't even go here!"

you paint me the colours
that you want me to be
but no amount of
brush strokes
can fix
my insecurities

i'm a sick individual
i can't be cured
by some colour
on my cheeks
didn't you know?
i'm flawed

and when the rain
washes away
all of your
hard work
and strips me of dignity
who will i be?

i won't be
what you made me into
and i definitely
won't be me
because i don't know
who that is anymore