Fit In Poem by Amanda Eckols

I cann't fit in even if I tried
I have to take apart my mind
shave off the edge of my being
slow losing bits of me
trim and smooth out rough spots
wash cut dye and hang out to dry
till I finally look in the mirror
where I see a strangers face
knowing all I lost to put her in place
fuzzy thoughts in my mind reeling
All the paint come off peeling
deep red scatches mark the wounds
where a trap girl had once stood
swollowed drug and drinks to calm
and still she fought me with zeal
to bad she died and I'm not real