4:58 pm

hands shake stomach rolls

you only know what you feel

and you hate it

you hate the physical form

the manifestation of what

you’re supposed to be

what’s expected of you

eyes itch skin crawls

you can feel your brain

squirming in your head

maybe it's worms

maybe you’re in the ground

long dead and your worries

are the figment of someone

else’s imagination

another shiver another thought

of how much you hate yourself

everything you are

everything you want to be

everything you say

everything you’ve never said

if you would just stop

if you hadn’t had the

audacity to exist in a

world that never wanted you

then you wouldn’t have

these problems

this exhaustion beyond

insomnia these

concrete eyelids

those candied apple

cheeks rose petal lips

that everybody loves

everybody except you