Picking at your skin
watching it blister and bleed under your nail bed
Squeezing the red ooze
enjoying the warm comfort it gives
like a hug
The hug you never received
You carry on down the hallway with your head down
The tremor of your bittersweet, strickenly picked, body lays still
your so egotistical the strawberry’s say
Do you think everyone actually cares about your field?
......
She stares at the glare on her phone
its bright, white light sinks deep down into her eye bags
the bodys and faces of others dance across her screen
She winces as she looks away
letting the dark morning take over
the most daunting part of the day has started
She humbly walks over to the mirror just to glance away at an instant
she lets the cool substance of blush, bronzer, and mascara
hide her inferior child, hide the words of others, and most importantly herself
People always ask her who she’s trying to impress
......
She stares at the glare on her phone
its bright, white light sinks deep down into her eye bags
the bodys and faces of others dance across her screen
She winces as she looks away
letting the dark morning take over
the most daunting part of the day has started
She humbly walks over to the mirror just to glance away at an instant
she lets the cool substance of blush, bronzer, and mascara
hide her inferior child, hide the words of others, and most importantly herself
People always ask her who she’s trying to impress
......
Picking at your skin
watching it blister and bleed under your nail bed
Squeezing the red ooze
enjoying the warm comfort it gives
like a hug
The hug you never received
You carry on down the hallway with your head down
The tremor of your bittersweet, strickenly picked, body lays still
your so egotistical the strawberry’s say
Do you think everyone actually cares about your field?
......
She stares at the glare on her phone
its bright, white light sinks deep down into her eye bags
the bodys and faces of others dance across her screen
She winces as she looks away
letting the dark morning take over
the most daunting part of the day has started
She humbly walks over to the mirror just to glance away at an instant
she lets the cool substance of blush, bronzer, and mascara
hide her inferior child, hide the words of others, and most importantly herself
People always ask her who she’s trying to impress
......
She stares at the glare on her phone
its bright, white light sinks deep down into her eye bags
the bodys and faces of others dance across her screen
She winces as she looks away
letting the dark morning take over
the most daunting part of the day has started
She humbly walks over to the mirror just to glance away at an instant
she lets the cool substance of blush, bronzer, and mascara
hide her inferior child, hide the words of others, and most importantly herself
People always ask her who she’s trying to impress
......