Self Poem by Mykolaj Trahan

She felt trapped in the prison she set for herself in her heart, it's made of glass but it's so hard to break. Her head hurts but she can't help but smile as the people gather laughing and whispering carving the words they say about her into her skin, watching her laugh as they draw blood from her announcing their win.

She knows when this is done all she gets as a reward is self-deprivation….
She craves social starvation.