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Cherisse May May 2017
How pathetic of me
To write poems and string up words
When those same words
Are the reason why my soul bleeds.

How despicable of me
To talk to a phone
Simply because
I just don't belong.
I am uneasy with everything and nothing  happening all at once.
Cherisse May May 2017
I've always been
The rock
Underneath the gems;
Nothing but a barrier to others.

I'm always the ugly duck;
An eyesore
But follows the group
Even if I don't belong

I'm never special
Nor unique,
Nor interesting.
And yet I pretend to be.

I'm too scared to say something
In case the world hears
How pathetic I sound
And criticizes me again.
I don't even know anymore.
Cherisse May Apr 2017
Face the mirror,
Insecurities.
No one sees it
But I gained weight.

'You're thin enough'
But not for me
I'm terrified of all the fats
I have left in my body

Sit-ups, planking, I am never good enough.
I'm scared, always scared
Of those digits that show up
Whenever I weigh up.

For some reason,
I'm never good enough.
My biggest enemy
Is just me, and myself.
I can only wish for this kind of thinking to go away.
  Apr 2017 Cherisse May
Lydia
"I don't feel strong enough."
"Well, at least you have a flat stomach."
Let's damage each other
Let's replace another meal with a bottle of water or unsweetened tea
Let's pray to be beautiful
Let's sit in five minute planks and run five miles and hope we throw up
Let's pretend that I've eaten three meals today, or yesterday, or the day before
Let's define myself by calories and carbohydrates and questionable decisions
Let me rot from my bone marrow to my skin which are just inches apart
Let me fade away until I am reborn


But I'm lucky and so the story doesn't end there
I left the scale under the cabinet
I went for a run because I love to feel my feet on the ground
I came home and ordered takeout
I'm not going to let my body rot
I've chosen life
I've chosen to be whole and real again
My girlfriend can touch me because I am more than skin and bones
I am more than a statistic
And I will always pray to be beautiful
But I will never starve to death.
This seemed like it was supposed to be a positive and inspirational prompt, but I've always had trouble accepting compliments and I've always had trouble feeling good enough so I thought that this would be more meaningful and true to who I am. Please comment :)
Cherisse May Apr 2017
What am I to you?
Ugly. Insecure.
Disgusting. Pathetic.
Exists only when you need me.

Flowers grow where she walks
But you grow thorns and thistles
I don't hate you.
I just miss the 'better, kinder' you.

— The End —