I want to be small
I want the skin and fat to fall
From my bones
I want to wrap myself up
Curl into a ball so small that I disappear
And no one can see me anymore
I want to be loud
I want to scream and shout
Tell everyone what I need to say
And I want them to tremble
I want to command the attention of
Everyone who told me to be quiet
I want to be a ghost
I want to be a scary story
Told to little kids on camping trips
I want to wail through the fog
Reminding them of all the wrongs they did
I will haunt everyone who pushed me this far.
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PoetryStarted early 2018 ⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️ - sexual assault mentions - suicide mentions - self harm mentions - themes of depression - themes of anxiety
