Go to the park next door
So we can talk a little more.
Still in therapy, no longer works
You stopped going and things got worse.
Suck it up just for now,
Not much longer till you leave this little town.
Tying those knots,
While looking at those dark dots.
Pulling your chain,
It seems like you are just a grain.
Flowers wither as you walk by,
You question and wonder why.
You try and try to cover up,
No, it was only a paper cut.
Perfection is what they call it,
Wanting to buy that outfit.
Your skin pulls and tugs,
It almost feels like drugs.
Feeling so weak,
It seems like I’m just a freak.
About the Creator
Emily Strouse
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