Mental Touchups
My stomach feels hallow
I look at images of womyn
Looking like beauty
And with a sigh of realization
Of what I don't look like
I manipulate my face
With thoughts of
What I wish
I wish
I wish
What I wish my face were
Insecure
Staring into mirrors
Too long
I just want to like what I see
Every time I look
I wonder if anyone looks at me
And likes what they see
Every time they look
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