B is for bullies that pick on me.
B is for bruises that no-one can see.
B is for belief, I will get through.
B is for better, better than you.
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I didn’t choose this.
I didn’t decide this.
I fought it for years,
hoping that ignoring it would make it go away.
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I try to find a mirror.
I want to look at myself.
I need to feel disgusted and repulsed.
I need to remind myself what a fat, ugly, worthless
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Just write.
Let your emotions flood out of you, and
just write.
Allow the words to come freely, and
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The playground is humming with the bustling banter
of children, and the atmosphere of
innocence, freedom and youthfulness overwhelms me.
The sun smiles down on them all,
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My eyes.
They exist only to view you.
Their sole purpose, to watch you, study you.
To meet your gaze and explore your soul,
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So it's Valentine's Day soon.
Wow.
Excuse me for not getting over-excited,
but all my 14th of February's have been blighted
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Er… Hello darling,
This isn’t how it looks.
I swear I just got lucky,
he usually double-books!
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You’re looking at me.
What do you see?
Describe me.
I can’t, you see.
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Memories scream at me, talking in
an emotional tongue.
Good memories; bad memories… Which is what?
Some memories are great, but
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