Poetry Blogs (2018, bulimia)

Hiding behind these thick frames

Shying away from these constant insults

Look down at the floor hoping it would swallow me whole

I look at myself in the mirror and see plain Jane

Back of the class, looking out the window

Nobody to talk to except your book

Every glare, every snide comment

I brush it off like an insect on my shoulder

Cowards check for cuts on my arm

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