​i kept saying 

I’m mad 

now im crazy as hell 
why doesn’t 

chanting 

I’m okay 

makes me feel good too 
i kept making bruises 

That’s a scar! 

i was proud of 
now im just a puddle 

of mistakes 

twirling in my 

own grave 
i kept whispering 

I’m a boy 

fooled even my grandma 
still the days go 

and my curves grow

hiding my hideous form 
i keep smiling 

and laughing 

almost fooled myself too
but even strangers 

can see 

the odd click in my eye 

pic edits are mine (not the original pic)

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