Not Feeling Very Pretty

Struggling thought the feelings under breast,
Afraid of reality that continue the quest,
I look into glassed watery truth,
Waves ripple my skins soot.











Shredded flesh in hued stains of blackened fear,
Egg shell confidence that crumbed under fist,
Dusted trust of self in ashes lift dance,
Still I weep for bricks of built insecurity.












Tears of acidic burned paths drawn,
Thorn 'd heart beats seep free,
Fisted gape of chested wall,
Hollow pieces stitched with ache.













Chains of barbed hooks tug the edge of mouth,
Based as throbbing flesh anchors bout,
Looking past the canvas of bruised pain,
Knowing someday to give back the same.