Dysmorphic Lies

Have you stopped to consider
The hurt and the pain
That you cause
When you tell me I’m pretty
Again.
You think that you’re helping,
You think that it’s kind;
But I’ll never believe you,
I’m slave to my mind.

My mind says I’m ugly,
I’m ugly and fat,
And the thing is it’s easier
For me to hear that;
It feels like it’s honest
And valid and true.
My mind doesn’t lie in the way
That you do.

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2 Responses to Dysmorphic Lies

  1. Work on your esteem. Revealing piece, nice job.

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  2. wbdeejay says:

    Very powerful poem, with a bite at the end! Wow.

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