Run, Hide!

Skin too bumpy, filled with acne, scars, and open pores..

breasts too plump, cheeks too chubby to ignore,

A tummy quite small, yet never small enough,

For my height, you see I tend to act a bit tough..and yet so,

When I laugh I cover my face as if i'm living in denial,

Gosh, and for goodness sake, how I hate my stupid smile

The denial that i'm not ugly, this i know is not true,

When I look into the mirror, how i wish what I saw was new.

An attempt to go out? Hours wasted finding the perfect fit,

One to hide all the ugly and how to hide how i feel in it,

One to mask all the anxiety behind the oversized sweaters

One that helps me think that as long as no one can see me, I’ll feel a bit better.

Jeans to hide my oversized thighs, those beefy things I wished so badly had a gap.

A broken mirror, a broken girl, but somehow no one sees the cracks.

Run,hide, the voices tell me, at least no one can see you if you stay inside.

run, hide, they scream, and all the while I try so desperately hard to hold it all together and shield the reality that I’m just a little girl slowly breaking at the seams.