what can I do?
(partially) inspired by Björk’s It’s Not Up To You
I wake up
and the day feels
broken
I brush my teeth
until the taste of blood
fills my mouth
I stare at my face
until I cannot
anymore
I brush my hair
should I cut it again?
should I dye it?
what can I do to look better?
what can I do to look good?
what can I do to be good?
what can I do to be good?
what can I do?
what can I do?
what
can
I
do
to be better?
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angela hepworth
Hello! I’m Angela and I enjoy writing fiction, poetry, reviews, and more. I delve into the dark, the sad, the silly, the sexy, and the stupid. Come check me out!
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Comments (8)
Sorry, I don't know how to help you.😅
Bjork! Gosh I haven’t heard a song by her for ages! Thought this was great - you could totally feel the despair at the end. Hope this isn’t autobiographical as you’re great as you are.
You are perfectly fine just the way you are ☺ But if you'd realised it, you might not have written something so relatable!
This captures a profound sense of frustration and self-doubt. Incredibly done, Angela!
This seemed very lyrical and I sang it to my own tune. Loved your poem!
Introspection is a perpetual struggle, indeed, Angela.
Very sad poem of distress.
thought-provoking, reality