One.. Two.. Three;
in & out-- come on darling,
it's natural, you've done it
all your life: Just breathe.
The incandescent lights hang above my head
shallowly bantering me with their existence,
without them I'd see no face in the mirror,
no body that I could mock or poke fun at,
I think things would be better that way;
Inhale-Exhale- put that down.
I'm my biggest bully
and the voice in my head bitches at me constantly-
"Don't eat that."
"You know it wouldn't hurt you to exercise."
"Look at those stretch marks,
you could have been beautiful."
& I don't have the courage to scream back
"I AM BEAUTIFUL" because even in my mind
I can't speak what I don't feel is true.
One more putdown.
One more tear.
One more night throwing
insults at the mirror.
