myself

i take my mask off and i am free

flourishing for all to see

people hate on our bodies at such a young age,

surely they know that in the end you’ll believe it, it will effect everything

everything you do, destroy you even

everything just becomes dark

that in the end you’ll stop loving yourself

that one comment, you believe it and want to be perfect

but tell me, what is perfect?

what does it mean?

i see nothing but perfection

uniqueness is special

i’ve had long enough to discover myself, but i’m yet to find it.

every single day without getting closer to what i desire

it’s all a facade