okay, so how do you stop hating yourself?
from every inch of your putrid skin all the way down to your bones.
from the unpleasant sound of your voice to the awkward layout of your limbs to the annoying things you say when you're not thinking.
how do you shake the feeling that everyone around you feels inconvenienced by your plain existence?
and i've been told by poets i have stardust powered hands, with constellation veins and love that builds stellar architecture.
and i've been told i weigh the goddesses of mountains and seas crashing together to morph into a human being that can change the world.
but i wholeheartedly believe that either
no one has noticed what i have to offer,
or
no one cares.
