Carved words.
Drilled into my brain.
Just like any other daily routine.
Everyday.
Every moment.
Every second.
Reading these words repeatedly.
Putting myself down.
Forcing myself to do better.
Thinking, I'm so stupid.
When I compare myself to others.
Pondering if I'm taking the right step each time.
Glancing in the mirror.
Seeing I'm not as pretty as the rest.
Ugly and a terrible sense of fashion.
Casually talking with my friends.
Noticing they know more.
More about stuff in general than me.
Not skinny enough as other girls.
Not as popular and well-liked.
Not as fit and fast.
Unable to get honor roll.
No honor classes.
Much worse than everyone else.
What good am I?
If I'm not good enough.
I'm stupid as I always say.
I'm stupid.
Those words carved into my brain.
Carved words torturing me every second.
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A Poetry Book
PoetryA collection of poetry I, @canpotcat, have written over the past 3 years. Basically somewhat like my diary because every poem I wrote was at the moment about how I was feeling and what happened. And just something to know, a couple of the poetry wri...
